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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: "You don't understand," he began disdainfully, but stopped short,
intimidated by the dead blackness of the cavernous eyes in the face
turned slowly towards him with a blind stare, as if guided only by
the sound. He gave the discussion up, with a slight shrug of the
shoulders.
Stevie, accustomed to move about disregarded, had got up from the
kitchen table, carrying off his drawing to bed with him. He had
reached the parlour door in time to receive in full the shock of
Karl Yundt's eloquent imagery. The sheet of paper covered with
circles dropped out of his fingers, and he remained staring at the
old terrorist, as if rooted suddenly to the spot by his morbid
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