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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: whisper up to him in a quick, panting voice. He
listened, amazed, eating slower and slower, till at
last his jaws stopped altogether. "That's his
game, is it?" he said, in a rising tone of scathing
contempt. An ungovernable movement of his arm
sent the plate flying out of her fingers. He shot
out a violent curse.
She shrank from him, putting her hand against
the wall.
"No!" he raged. "He expects! Expects ME
--for his rotten money! . . . . Who wants his
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