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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: was shining. It was Sunday, and he would have an hour or two of
leisure. And he bad made a resolution about a matter that had been
in his mind for some time. He was very content.
He looked around the church with what was almost a possessive eye.
These people were his friends. He knew them all, and they knew him.
They had, against his protest, put his name on the bronze tablet set
in the wall on the roll of honor. Small as it was, this was his
world.
Half smiling, he glanced about. He did not realize that behind
their bows and greetings there was something new that day, something
not so much unkind as questioning.
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