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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: door and led him down a moist green aisle. The hot air was choked
with the scent of white azaleas, white lilies, white lilacs; all
the flowers were white; they were like a prolongation, a mystical
efflorescence, of the long rows of marble tombstones, and their
perfume seemed to cover an odor of decay. The rich atmosphere
made Glennard dizzy. As he leaned in the doorpost, waiting for
the flowers, he had a penetrating sense of Margaret Aubyn's
nearness--not the imponderable presence of his inner vision, but a
life that beat warm in his arms. . . .
The sharp air caught him as he stepped out into it again. He
walked back and scattered the flowers over the grave. The edges
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