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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: arms over the glitter of the infernal stream, the stream of darkness.
She said suddenly very low, `He died as he lived.'
"`His end,' said I, with dull anger stirring in me, `was in every
way worthy of his life.'
"`And I was not with him,' she murmured. My anger subsided
before a feeling of infinite pity.
"`Everything that could be done--' I mumbled.
"`Ah, but I believed in him more than any one on earth--more than
his own mother, more than--himself. He needed me! Me! I would
have treasured every sigh, every word, every sign, every glance.'
"I felt like a chill grip on my chest. `Don't,' I said,
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