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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: the corner of his eye.
The cup she held was lowered slowly until the
whiskey poured over her dress and on the floor. Her
thin figure drooped pathetically and her voice was the
faintest sob:
"I--I--ain't got--none!"
"I heard you had a boy," Jim said carelessly.
The drooping figure shot upright as if a bolt of
lightning had swept her. She stared at him in
tense silence, trying to gather her wits before
she answered.
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