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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: had the sense of walking into a room grown suddenly empty, as
though their thoughts were conspirators dispersed by his approach.
He felt the clutch of his old fear. What if his wife had already
sorted the papers and had told Flamel of her discovery? Well, it
was no news to Flamel that Glennard was in receipt of a royalty on
the "Aubyn Letters." . . .
A sudden resolve to know the worst made him lift his eyes to his
wife as the door closed on Flamel. But Alexa had risen also, and
bending over her writing-table, with her back to Glennard, was
beginning to speak precipitately.
"I'm dining out to-night--you don't mind my deserting you? Julia
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