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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: out the kettle of kerosene. Having slipped a bundle of wooden
matches into her pocket she proceeded, with increasing
precautions, to unlock her door, and a few moments later she was
feeling her way down the dark staircase, led by a glimmer of gas
from the lower hall. At length she reached the bottom of the
stairs and began the more difficult descent into the utter
darkness of the basement. Here, however, she could move more
freely, as there was less danger of being overheard; and without
much delay she contrived to unlock the iron door leading into the
yard. A gust of cold wind smote her as she stepped out and
groped shiveringly under the clothes-lines.
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