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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: him lying on the grass. He panted in the shade of the hedge with
shining eyes but pretended not to see us. We had not exchanged a
word so far. The girl by my side gave him a scornful glance in
passing.
"He offered to come with me," she remarked bitterly.
"And then abandoned you!" I sympathized. "It looks very
unchivalrous. But that's merely his want of tact. I believe he
meant to protest against your reckless proceedings. What made you
come so near the edge of that quarry? The earth might have given
way. Haven't you noticed a smashed fir tree at the bottom? Tumbled
over only the other morning after a night's rain."
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