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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: seemed to be a faltering, something strained in his whisper.
He caught hold of my arm, but the ringing of the supper bell
made me start. He didn't though; he only released his grip.
After supper I didn't come below again till well past eight
o'clock. The faint, steady breeze was loaded with dew; and the wet,
darkened sails held all there was of propelling power in it.
The night, clear and starry, sparkled darkly, and the opaque,
lightless patches shifting slowly against the low stars
were the drifting islets. On the port bow there was a big
one more distant and shadowily imposing by the great space
of sky it eclipsed.
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