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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: of the world having uttered its voice, what has the heart to
say? You are a philanthropist, in a small Way,--n'est ce pas?
Here, boy, this gentleman can show you how to cut korl better,--
or your destiny. Go on, May!"
"I think a mocking devil possesses you to-night," rejoined the
Doctor, seriously.
He went to Wolfe and put his hand kindly on his arm. Something
of a vague idea possessed the Doctor's brain that much good was
to be done here by a friendly word or two: a latent genius to
be warmed into life by a waited-for sunbeam. Here it was: he
had brought it. So he went on complacently:
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