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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: forgotten it. It was with a touch of memory, dim transient
perplexity if no more--why did this thing seem in some way
personal?--that I read a new inscription upon the hoardings:
THE SECRET OF VIGOUR,
TONO-BUNGAY.
That was all. It was simple and yet in some way arresting. I
found myself repeating the word after I had passed; it roused
one's attention like the sound of distant guns. "Tono"--what's
that? and deep, rich, unhurrying;--"BUN--gay!"
Then came my uncle's amazing telegram, his answer to my hostile
note: "Come to me at once you are wanted three hundred a year
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