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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: was struck to the point of bewilderment by the change in her
husband's face. He had seated himself near the farther lamp, and
was absorbed in the perusal of his letters; but was it something
he had found in them, or merely the shifting of her own point of
view, that had restored his features to their normal aspect? The
longer she looked, the more definitely the change affirmed
itself. The lines of painful tension had vanished, and such
traces of fatigue as lingered were of the kind easily
attributable to steady mental effort. He glanced up, as if drawn
by her gaze, and met her eyes with a smile.
"I'm dying for my tea, you know; and here's a letter for you," he
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