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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: fixing me with her goggles. "Would you like to paint me now?" she
asked. She seemed to speak, with intense gravity, from behind a
mask or a cage.
There was nothing to do but treat the question still with high
spirits. "It would be a fascinating little artistic problem!"
That something was wrong it wasn't difficult to see, but a good
deal more than met the eye might be presumed to be wrong if Flora
was under Mrs. Meldrum's roof. I hadn't for a year had much time
to think of her, but my imagination had had ground for lodging her
in more gilded halls. One of the last things I had heard before
leaving England was that in commemoration of the new relationship
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