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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: that it must reign everywhere, over all the globe of water and land
and in the hearts of all the dwellers on this earth.
Flora came down to the garden gate to meet me, no longer the
perversely tempting, sorrowful, wisp of white mist drifting in the
complicated bad dream of existence. Neither did she look like a
forsaken elf. I stammered out stupidly, "Again in the country, Miss
. . . Mrs . . . " She was very good, returned the pressure of my
hand, but we were slightly embarrassed. Then we laughed a little.
Then we became grave.
I am no lover of day-breaks. You know how thin, equivocal, is the
light of the dawn. But she was now her true self, she was like a
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