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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: battle alone, protecting David but never himself; carrying Lucy
to her quiet grave; sitting alone in his office, while the village
walked by and stared at the windows; she saw him, gaining harbor
after storm, and finding no anchorage there.
She turned and went, half blindly, into the empty street.
She thought he was at the early service. She did not see him, but
she had once again the thing that had seemed lost forever, the
warm sense of his thought of her.
He was there, in the shadowy back pew, with the grill behind it
through which once insistent hands had reached to summon him. He
was there, with Lucy's prayer-book in his hand, and none of the
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