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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: neighborhood failed to elicit the memory of a stranger's presence
that day in the neighborhood of Lyng. And no one had met Edward
Boyne, either alone or in company, in any of the neighboring
villages, or on the road across the downs, or at either of the
local railway-stations. The sunny English noon had swallowed him
as completely as if he had gone out into Cimmerian night.
Mary, while every external means of investigation was working at
its highest pressure, had ransacked her husband's papers for any
trace of antecedent complications, of entanglements or
obligations unknown to her, that might throw a faint ray into the
darkness. But if any such had existed in the background of
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