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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: shadows of Lord Plowden and Lord Plowden's gardener,
lurking in the obscurity behind this egregious old ass
of a Tavender.
"He's a tremendous horticultural sharp," said the other.
"Probably you've heard tell of him. He's taken medals
for new flowers and things till you can't rest.
He's over at--what do you call it?--the Royal Aquarium,
now, to see the Dahlia Show. I went over there with him,
but it didn't seem to be my kind of a show, and so I left
him there, and I'm to look in again for him at 5:30. I'm
going down to his place in the country with him tonight,
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