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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: straightforward--'Wish me joy, Mr. Franklin!' Yes, that was the way
to let me know. God only knows what they are--perhaps she isn't his
daughter any more than she is . . . She doesn't resemble that old
fellow. Not a bit. Not a bit. It's very awful. You may well open
your mouth, young man. But for goodness' sake, you who are mixed up
with that lot, keep your eyes and ears open too in case--in case of
. . . I don't know what. Anything. One wonders what can happen
here at sea! Nothing. Yet when a man is called a jailer behind his
back."
Mr. Franklin hid his face in his hands for a moment and Powell shut
his mouth, which indeed had been open. He slipped out of the mess-
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