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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: she hid her face on the captain's breast and then he went out and
left them there. It was days before Mrs. Anthony was seen on deck.
The first time I spoke to her she gave me her hand and said, "My
poor father was quite fond of you, Mr. Powell." She started wiping
her eyes and I fled to the other side of the deck. One would like
to forget all this had ever come near her."
But clearly he could not, because after lighting his pipe he began
musing aloud: "Very strong stuff it must have been. I wonder where
he got it. It could hardly be at a common chemist. Well, he had it
from somewhere--a mere pinch it must have been, no more."
"I have my theory," observed Marlow, "which to a certain extent does
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