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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: me take the jolly room downstairs with the pink curtains. And
it makes me awfully hopeful about my book."
He had expected a rapturous outburst, and perhaps some
reassertion of wifely faith in the glorious future that awaited
The Pageant of Alexander; and deep down under the lover's well-
being the author felt a faint twinge of mortified vanity when
Susy, leaping to her feet, cried out, ravenously and without
preamble: "Oh, Nick, Nick--let me see how much they've given
you!"
He flourished the cheque before her in the firelight. "A couple
of hundred, you mercenary wretch!"
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