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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: especially the production of an artist like yours." Mr. Ascham
sipped his Burgundy luxuriously. "But the fact is, Mrs. Ashgrove
sent for me."
Granice raised his head with a quick movement of surprise. For a
moment he was shaken out of his self-absorption.
"MRS. ASHGROVE?"
Ascham smiled. "I thought you'd be interested; I know your
passion for causes celebres. And this promises to be one. Of
course it's out of our line entirely--we never touch criminal
cases. But she wanted to consult me as a friend. Ashgrove was a
distant connection of my wife's. And, by Jove, it IS a queer
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