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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: and ears burning and glad it was a dark night, expecting every
moment to hear the captain's footsteps behind me. For I made sure
he was coming on deck. Presently I thought I had rather meet him
face to face and I walked slowly aft prepared to see him emerge from
the companion before I got that far. I even thought of his having
detected me by some means. But it was impossible, unless he had
eyes in the top of his head. I had never had a view of his face
down there. It was impossible; I was safe; and I felt very mean,
yet, explain it as you may, I seemed not to care. And the captain
not appearing on deck, I had the impulse to go on being mean. I
wanted another peep. I really don't know what was the beastly
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