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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: irritation in his complicated artistic soul and a sort of
disinterested disappointment. She was so happy that it was almost
stupid - a disproof of the extraordinary intelligence he had
formerly found in her. Didn't she know how bad St. George could
be, hadn't she recognised the awful thinness -? If she didn't she
was nothing, and if she did why such an insolence of serenity?
This question expired as our young man's eyes settled at last on
the genius who had advised him in a great crisis. St. George was
still before the chimney-piece, but now he was alone - fixed,
waiting, as if he meant to stop after every one - and he met the
clouded gaze of the young friend so troubled as to the degree of
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