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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: understand. And they were all there, wearily nocturnal, hastily
and carelessly dressed, intent upon the life that flickered and
sank, making a public and curious show of its going, queer shapes
of human beings lit by three uncertain candles, and every soul of
them keenly and avidly resolved to be in at the death. The
doctor stood, the others were all sitting on chairs the landlady
had brought in and arranged for them.
And my uncle spoilt the climax, and did not die.
I replaced the little clergyman on the chair by the bedside, and
he hovered about the room.
"I think," he whispered to me mysteriously, as he gave place to
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