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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: turkey-cock--dash me if he didn't. A bad-tempered old bloke, I can
tell you. And a bad lot, too. Never mind. I couldn't hear what
she was saying to him, but she put force enough into it to shake
her. It seemed--it seemed, mind!--that he didn't want to go on
board. Of course it couldn't have been that. I know better. Well,
she took him by the arm, above the elbow, as if to lead him, or push
him rather. I was standing not quite ten feet off. Why should I
have gone away? I was anxious to get back on board as soon as they
would let me. I didn't want to overhear her blamed whispering
either. But I couldn't stay there for ever, so I made a move to get
past them if I could. And that's how I heard a few words. It was
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