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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: and stared out at the darkening street. The whole affair had an
air of unreality. Now that I was there, I doubted the necessity,
or the value, of the journey. I was wet and uncomfortable. Around
me, with Cresson as a center, stretched an irregular circumference
of mountain, with possibly a ten-mile radius, and in it I was to
find the residence of a woman whose first name I did not know, and
a man who, so far, had been a purely chimerical person.
Hotchkiss had penetrated the steaming interior of the cave, and now
his voice, punctuated by the occasional thud of horses' hoofs, came
to me.
"Something light will do," he was saying. "A runabout, perhaps."
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