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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: thought you were nervous then; you sent for the doctor the next
day."
"It was not the doctor I needed; it was your assurance--"
"My assurance?"
Suddenly she felt the floor fail under her. She sank into the
chair with a choking throat, her words, her reasons slipping away
from her like straws down a whirling flood.
"Clement," she cried, "isn't it enough for you to know that I
hate it?"
He turned to close the door behind them; then he walked toward
her and sat down. "What is it that you hate?" he asked gently.
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