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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: of a vast sea of smiling and fun-distorted faces, of vast roars of laughter,
rising wave on wave, and then her Scotch blood went cold and angry. The
hard-working but silent orchestra gave her the cue, and, without making a
sound, she began to move her lips, stretch forth her arms, and sway her body,
as though she were really singing. The noise in the house redoubled in the
attempt to drown her voice, but she serenely went on with her pantomime. This
seemed to continue an interminable time, when the audience, tiring of its
prank and in order to hear, suddenly stilled its clamor, and discovered the
dumb show she had been making. For a moment all was silent, save for the
orchestra, her lips moving on without a sound, and then the audience realized
that it had been sold, and broke out afresh, this time with genuine applause
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