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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: still untasted.
He put the letter in his pocket and turned to leave the room,
with a nod to its only other occupant, an olive-skinned young man
with lustrous eyes and a low collar, who sat on the other side of
the table, perusing the Fanfulla di Domenica. This gentleman,
his daily vis-a-vis, returned the nod with a Latin eloquence of
gesture, and Wyant passed on to the ante-chamber, where he paused
to light a cigarette. He was just restoring the case to his
pocket when he heard a hurried step behind him, and the lustrous-
eyed young man advanced through the glass doors of the dining-
room.
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