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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: --suppose."
She left her post and hurried back to the house.
"No, no," she was saying under her breath, "it isn't
possible. Maybe he's even come home already by another way.
But suppose--suppose--suppose."
She ran up the stairs, opened the door of the room, and
paused, out of breath. The room was dark and empty. With
cold, trembling fingers she lighted the lamp, and, turning
about, looked at her trunk. The lock was burst.
"No, no, no," cried Trina, "it's not true; it's not true."
She dropped on her knees before the trunk, and tossed back
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