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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: rather well. Then one spring morning I struck him in Piccadilly,
by the railings of the Green Park. He was standing still, a
large, blue air-ball in his hand, steadfastly regarding the
Porters' Rest. Our greeting was characteristic.
"Well, George," said I. He looked round.
"Hullo, old chap." He pointed to the Rest. "Rather nice, that.
Pity there aren't more. Why didn't they keep the Pike at Hyde
Park Corner?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I begged them to," said I. "But you
know what they are."
George looked at me critically. Then:
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