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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy: handles, passed round from each to each.
'Who is dead?' Stephen inquired, stepping down.
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'To that last nothing under earth.'
All eyes were turned to the entrance as Stephen spoke, and the
ancient-mannered conclave scrutinized him inquiringly.
'Why, 'tis our Stephen!' said his father, rising from his seat;
and, still retaining the frothy mug in his left hand, he swung
forward his right for a grasp. 'Your mother is expecting ye--
thought you would have come afore dark. But you'll wait and go
home with me? I have all but done for the day, and was going
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