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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: a key which made Pemberton turn quickly to him and see that he had
suddenly seated himself, was breathing in great pain, and was very
pale.
"NOW do you say he's not in a state, my precious pet?" shouted his
mother, dropping on her knees before him with clasped hands, but
touching him no more than if he had been a gilded idol. "It will
pass - it's only for an instant; but don't say such dreadful
things!"
"I'm all right - all right," Morgan panted to Pemberton, whom he
sat looking up at with a strange smile, his hands resting on either
side of the sofa.
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