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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: his eyes and that they were tears of a new and untasted bitterness.
He wondered an instant, for the boy's sake, whether he might
successfully pretend not to understand. Not successfully, he felt,
as Mr. and Mrs. Moreen, dinnerless by their extinguished hearth,
rose before him in their little dishonoured salon, casting about
with glassy eyes for the nearest port in such a storm. They were
not prostrate but were horribly white, and Mrs. Moreen had
evidently been crying. Pemberton quickly learned however that her
grief was not for the loss of her dinner, much as she usually
enjoyed it, but the fruit of a blow that struck even deeper, as she
made all haste to explain. He would see for himself, so far as
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