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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: staring me in the face. And then she broke out into a long shrill
laugh that put me to my wit's end with fury.
'Really you must excuse me,' cried she. 'I know it's very rude,
but ha, ha, ha! - did you think to marry her yourself? Dear, dear,
what a pity! - ha, ha, ha! Gracious, Mr. Markham, are you going to
faint? Oh, mercy! shall I call this man? Here, Jacob - ' But
checking the word on her lips, I seized her arm and gave it, I
think, a pretty severe squeeze, for she shrank into herself with a
faint cry of pain or terror; but the spirit within her was not
subdued: instantly rallying, she continued, with well-feigned
concern, 'What can I do for you? Will you have some water - some
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