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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: extraordinary mixture of the correct school miss and the poor
untutored little piece of womanhood in a false position - of
engrafted pedantry and incoherent nature.
'I am certain it must have been judicial blindness,' she sobbed.
'I can't think how I didn't see it, but I didn't; and he isn't, is
he? And then a curtain rose . . . O, what a moment was that! But
I knew at once that YOU WERE; you had but to appear from your
carriage, and I knew it, O, she must be a fortunate young lady!
And I have no fear with you, none - a perfect confidence.'
'Madam,' said I, 'a gentleman.'
'That's what I mean - a gentleman,' she exclaimed. 'And he - and
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