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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: morning at daylight. All day a merciless sun blazed down into the bay,
fierce and pale, as if at white heat. Nothing moved on the land. The
beach was empty, the villages seemed deserted; the trees far off stood
in unstirring clumps, as if painted; the white smoke of some invisible
bush-fire spread itself low over the shores of the bay like a settling
fog. Late in the day three of Karain's chief men, dressed in their
best and armed to the teeth, came off in a canoe, bringing a case of
dollars. They were gloomy and languid, and told us they had not seen
their Rajah for five days. No one had seen him! We settled all
accounts, and after shaking hands in turn and in profound silence,
they descended one after another into their boat, and were paddled to
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