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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: masterpieces. My dear sir, could Antigone do more?"
The object of this strange eulogy had meanwhile drawn aside one
of the tapestry hangings, and fitted her key into a concealed
door.
"Come," said Doctor Lombard, "let us go before the light fails
us."
Wyant glanced at Mrs. Lombard, who continued to knit impassively.
"No, no," said his host, "my wife will not come with us. You
might not suspect it from her conversation, but my wife has no
feeling for art--Italian art, that is; for no one is fonder of
our early Victorian school."
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