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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: launched, when this man sang out pretty shrill: "For God's sake,
hold on!" We knew by his tone that it was something more than
ordinary; and sure enough, there followed a sea so huge that it
lifted the brig right up and canted her over on her beam.
Whether the cry came too late, or my hold was too weak, I know
not; but at the sudden tilting of the ship I was cast clean over
the bulwarks into the sea.
I went down, and drank my fill, and then came up, and got a blink
of the moon, and then down again. They say a man sinks a third
time for good. I cannot be made like other folk, then; for I
would not like to write how often I went down, or how often I
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