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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: looking for a thing--a something . . . Sometimes
I think I am a sort of Gambucino myself."
"No woman can hold you, then," she began in
a brazen voice, which quavered suddenly before the
end.
"No longer than a week," he joked, playing
upon her very heartstrings with the gay, tender
note of his laugh; "and yet I am fond of them
all. Anything for a woman of the right sort.
The scrapes they got me into, and the scrapes they
got me out of! I love them at first sight. I've
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