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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: was knotting Alfred's brow, as he walked hurriedly toward the
hotel, where he had told his office boy to leave the last mail.
This had been the longest interval that Zoie had ever let slip
without writing. He recalled that her last letters had hinted at
a "slight indisposition." In fact, she had even mentioned
"seeing the doctor"--"Good Heavens!" he thought, "Suppose she
were really ill? Who would look after her?"
When Alfred reached his rooms, the boy had not yet arrived. He
crossed to the library table and took from the drawer all the
letters thus far received from Zoie. He read them consecutively.
"How could he have been so stupid as not to have realised sooner
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