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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: "To ring twice?"
"At the doctor's." The young man smiled. "It is the custom."
It was a dazzling March afternoon, with a shower of sun from the
mid-blue, and a marshalling of slaty clouds behind the umber-
colored hills. For nearly an hour Wyant loitered on the Lizza,
watching the shadows race across the naked landscape and the
thunder blacken in the west; then he decided to set out for the
House of the Dead Hand. The map in his guidebook showed him that
the Via Papa Giulio was one of the streets which radiate from the
Piazza, and thither he bent his course, pausing at every other
step to fill his eye with some fresh image of weather-beaten
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