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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: It was as though a transparent cup had been filled with wine. He
looked at her ironically.
"I've never prevented your seeing your friends here," he broke
out. "Why do you meet Flamel in out-of-the-way places? Nothing
makes a woman so cheap--"
She rose abruptly and they faced each other a few feet apart.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I saw you with him last Sunday on the Riverside Drive," he went
on, the utterance of the charge reviving his anger.
"Ah," she murmured. She sank into her chair again and began to
play with a paper-knife that lay on the table at her elbow.
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