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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lemorne Versus Huell by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard: my attention. When we came to a street whose thick rows of trees
shut out the moonlight my eager soul longed to leap out into the
dark and demand of him his heart, soul, life, for *me*.
I struck him lightly on the shoulder; he seized my hand.
"Oh, I know you, Margaret; you are mine!"
"We are at the hotel."
He sent the carriage back, and said that he would leave me at my
aunt's door. He wished that he could see her then. Was it magic
that made her open the door before I reached it?
"Have you come on legal business?" she asked him.
"You have divined what I come for."
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