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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: I ask?"
She shook all over with noiseless dry sobs; but
he was fuming and fretting too much to notice her
distress. He bit his thumb with rage at the mere
idea. A window rattled up.
"A grinning, information fellow," pronounced
old Hagberd dogmatically, in measured tones.
And the sound of his voice seemed to Bessie to make
the night itself mad--to pour insanity and dis-
aster on the earth. "Now I know what's wrong
with the people here, my dear. Why, of course!
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