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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: berth obtained as if by a brusque and unscrupulous miracle, did not
count. He had then seemed to him much older and heavier. He was
surprised at the lithe figure, broad of shoulder, narrow at the
hips, the fire of the deep-set eyes, the springiness of the walk.
The captain gave him a steady stare, nodded slightly, and went on
pacing the poop with an air of not being aware of what was going on,
his head rigid, his movements rapid.
Powell stole several glances at him with a curiosity very natural
under the circumstances. He wore a short grey jacket and a grey
cap. In the light of the dawn, growing more limpid rather than
brighter, Powell noticed the slightly sunken cheeks under the
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