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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: witches in the seventeenth century. I endued her grubby disorder
with a sinister and magnificent quality of intention.
And my uncle's gestures and promises filled me with doubt and a
sort of fear for him. He seemed to me a lost little creature,
too silly to be silent, in a vast implacable condemnation. I was
full of pity and a sort of tenderness for my aunt Susan, who was
doomed to follow his erratic fortunes mocked by his grandiloquent
promises.
I was to learn better. But I worked with the terror of the grim
underside of London in my soul during all my last year at
Wimblehurst.
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