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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: Glennard burst into a coarse laugh. "How much longer to you
expect me to keep up that pretence about the letters? You knew
well enough they were written to me."
Flamel looked at him in silence. "Were they?" he said at length.
"I didn't know it."
"And didn't suspect it, I suppose," Glennard sneered.
The other was again silent; then he said, "I may remind you that,
supposing I had felt any curiosity about the matter, I had no way
of finding out that the letters were written to you. You never
showed me the originals."
"What does that prove? There were fifty ways of finding out.
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