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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: weltering sea into a calm harbour with lights. One of the
queerest phases of his long agony was the intense relief produced
by these momentary lulls.
"That the office of the Investigator? Yes? Give me Mr. Denver,
please. . . Hallo, Denver. . . Yes, Hubert Granice. . . . Just
caught you? Going straight home? Can I come and see you . . .
yes, now . . . have a talk? It's rather urgent . . . yes, might
give you some first-rate 'copy.' . . . All right!" He hung up
the receiver with a laugh. It had been a happy thought to call
up the editor of the Investigator--Robert Denver was the very man
he needed. . .
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