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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: Into an up-town haunt and ordered --
Whatever it was -- with a soft assurance
That made me mad as I stood behind him,
Gripping his death, and waited. Coward,
I think, is the name the world has given
To men like me; but I'll swear I never
Thought of my own disgrace when I shot him --
Yes, in the back, -- I know it, I know it
Now; but what if I do? . . . As I watched him
Lying there dead in the scattered sawdust,
Wet with a day's blown froth, I noted
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