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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: time the plaintiveness was gone. It was a tender little tune. She
did not move, as I stood beside her, looking down. And now, when
the moment had come, all the thousand and one things I had been
waiting to say forsook me, precipitately beat a retreat, and left
me unsupported. The arc-moon sent little fugitive lights over her
hair, her eyes, her gown.
"Don't - do that," I said unsteadily. "You - you know what I want
to do when you whistle!"
She glanced up at me, and she did not stop. She did not stop!
She went on whistling softly, a bit tremulously. And straightway
I forgot the street, the chance of passers-by, the voices in the
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