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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Ebb-Tide by Stevenson & Osbourne: them bread, or, by God! I'll get them wealth, if I have to burn
down London for it. That's what you would say. And I'll tell
you more: your heart is saying so this living minute. I can see
it in your face. You're thinking, Here's poor friendship for the
man I've starved along of, and as for the girl that I set up to
be in love with, here's a mighty limp kind of a love that won't
carry me as far as 'most any man would go for a demijohn of
whisky. There's not much ROmance to that love, anyway; it's not
the kind they carry on about in songbooks. But what's the good of
my carrying on talking, when it's all in your inside as plain as
print? I put the question to you once for all. Are you going to
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