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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: cars seemed still wrapped in slumber. With mixed sensations I saw
my own car, Ontario, fly past, and then I rose to my feet and
gripped McKnight's
shoulder.
On the lowest step at the last car, one foot hanging free, was a man.
His black derby hat was pulled well down to keep it from blowing
away, and his coat was flying open in the wind. He was swung well
out from the car, his free hand gripping a small valise, every
muscle tense for a jump.
"Good God, that's my man!" I said hoarsely, as the audience broke
into applause. McKnight half rose: in his seat ahead Johnson stifled
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