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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: the wainscoting, with an evil smile on his cruel, wrinkled mouth,
and the moon hid her face in a cloud as he stole past the great
oriel window, where his own arms and those of his murdered wife
were blazoned in azure and gold. On and on he glided, like an evil
shadow, the very darkness seeming to loathe him as he passed. Once
he thought he heard something call, and stopped; but it was only
the baying of a dog from the Red Farm, and he went on, muttering
strange sixteenth-century curses, and ever and anon brandishing the
rusty dagger in the midnight air. Finally he reached the corner of
the passage that led to luckless Washington's room. For a moment
he paused there, the wind blowing his long grey locks about his
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