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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: things. I have the clearest memory of myself sitting thoughtful
in the evening sunlight on a grassy hillside that looked toward
Seven Oaks and commanded a wide sweep of country, and that I was
thinking out my destiny. I could almost write my thought down
now, I believe, as they came to me that afternoon. Effie,
restless little cockney that she was, rustled and struggled in a
hedgerow below, gathering flowers, discovering flowers she had
never seen before. I had. I remember, a letter from Marion in
my pocket. I had even made some tentatives for return, for a
reconciliation; Heaven knows now how I had put it! but her cold,
ill-written letter repelled me. I perceived I could never face
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