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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: laughing like Julia Armiger; but he had enough imagination to
perceive that, in respect of the wife's social arts, a husband
necessarily sees the wrong side of the tapestry.
In this ironical estimate of their relation Glennard found himself
strangely relieved of all concern as to his wife's feelings for
Flamel. From an Olympian pinnacle of indifference he calmly
surveyed their inoffensive antics. It was surprising how his
cheapening of his wife put him at ease with himself. Far as he
and she were from each other they yet had, in a sense, the tacit
nearness of complicity. Yes, they were accomplices; he could no
more be jealous of her than she could despise him. The jealousy
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