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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: that feels, suffers, fails, errs--but has no distinct value in the
world except as a moral contrast to the prosperity of the elect. He
had been proud of her appearance. It had the perfectly proper
frankness of perfection--and now he was shocked to see it unchanged.
She looked like this, spoke like this, exactly like this, a year ago,
a month ago--only yesterday when she. . . . What went on within made
no difference. What did she think? What meant the pallor, the placid
face, the candid brow, the pure eyes? What did she think during all
these years? What did she think yesterday--to-day; what would she
think to-morrow? He must find out. . . . And yet how could he get to
know? She had been false to him, to that man, to herself; she was
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