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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: Philip colored. "How unjust you are! Of course, we all like
to play with fire, but I always put it out before it can
spread. Do you think I have no feeling?"
Kate stopped there, I suppose. Even she always stopped soon,
if she undertook to interfere with Malbone. This charming
Alcibiades always convinced them, after the wrestling was over,
that he had not been thrown.
The only exception to this was in the case of Aunt Jane. If
she had anything in common with Philip,--and there was a
certain element of ingenuous unconsciousness in which they were
not so far unlike,--it only placed them in the more complete
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