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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: the breakfast-table. She lifted her usual smile to his entrance
and they took shelter in the nearest topic, like wayfarers
overtaken by a storm. While he listened to her account of the
concert he began to think that, after all, she had not yet sorted
the papers, and that her agitation of the previous day must be
ascribed to another cause, in which perhaps he had but an indirect
concern. He wondered it had never before occurred to him that
Flamel was the kind of man who might very well please a woman at
his own expense, without need of fortuitous assistance. If this
possibility cleared the outlook it did not brighten it. Glennard
merely felt himself left alone with his baseness.
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