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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: water, and I started out in search of some, carrying the candle
without the stand. I wandered through several rooms, all closed
and dismantled, before I found a small lavatory opening off a
billiard room. The cat lapped steadily, and I filled a glass to
take back with me. The candle flickered in a sickly fashion that
threatened to leave me there lost in the wanderings of the many
hallways, and from somewhere there came an occasional violent puff
of wind. The cat stuck by my feet, with the hair on its back raised
menacingly. I don't like cats; there is something psychic about
them.
Hotchkiss was still asleep when I got back to the big room. I moved
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