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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: with an angry laugh. I didn't restrain myself because her fixed
stare seemed to express the purpose to daunt me. I was not afraid
of her, but it occurred to me that I was within an ace of drifting
into a downright quarrel with a lady and, besides, my guest. There
was the cold teapot, the emptied cups, emblems of hospitality. It
could not be. I cut short my angry laugh while Mrs. Fyne murmured
with a slight movement of her shoulders, "He! Poor man! Oh come .
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By a great effort of will I found myself able to smile amiably, to
speak with proper softness.
"My dear Mrs. Fyne, you forget that I don't know him--not even by
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