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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: the braes of Mar, some ready-made affection joins us on the
instant. It is not race. Look at us. One is Norse, one
Celtic, and another Saxon. It is not community of tongue.
We have it not among ourselves; and we have it almost to
perfection, with English, or Irish, or American. It is no
tie of faith, for we detest each other's errors. And yet
somewhere, deep down in the heart of each one of us,
something yearns for the old land, and the old kindly people.
Of all mysteries of the human heart, this is perhaps the most
inscrutable. There is no special loveliness in that gray
country, with its rainy, sea-beat archipelago; its fields of
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