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“But besides that I was of an unforgiving disposition from my birth, slow to take offense, slower to forget it, and now incensed both against my companion and myself.”

Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

Book:Kidnapped
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Kidnapped

Kidnapped is a novel that follows the story of David Balfour, a young man who is mistakenly taken by his uncle as a replacement for his own son. The narrative takes readers through a series of escapades and adventures as David seeks to reclaim his freedom and uncover the truth about his family's past. more

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Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson was a 19th-century Scottish novelist, poet, travel writer, and essayist. His works are characterized by adventure and romance, with his most famous novels being 'Treasure Island' and 'The Adventure of the Treasure Island'. Stevenson's works have been beloved by readers and have had a profound impact on literature. more

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