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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: moustache, though he was over thirty. He walked along timidly,
bent forward, with his hands thrust into his sleeves. The collar
of his shabby cloth overcoat, which did not look like a
peasant's, was turned up to the very brim of his cap, so that
only his little red nose ventured to peep out into the light of
day. He spoke in an ingratiating tenor, continually coughing. It
was very, very difficult to believe that he was a tramp
concealing his surname. He was more like an unsuccessful priest's
son, stricken by God and reduced to beggary; a clerk discharged
for drunkenness; a merchant's son or nephew who had tried his
feeble powers in a theatrical career, and was now going home to
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