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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: But, oddly, she did not mind about the hat. She had only one conscious
thought just then. She hoped that, wherever Uncle James might be in
that world of the gone before, he might know what was happening to her
- or even see it He would have liked it. He had believed in the
Belgians and in the King. And now - The King did not go at once. He
went back to the little house and went through it. And he and one of
his generals climbed to the upper floor, and the King stood looking out
silently toward the land he loved and which for a time was no longer his.
He came down after a time, stooping his tall figure in the low doorway,
and said he would like some tea. So Marie put the kettle on, and Sara
Lee and the King talked. It was all rather dazing. Every now and then
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