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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: strength, of his breath, of every kind of endurance, but I did not
know it. He was done up, finished; but perhaps he did not know it
himself. How still he was! Just as I began to wonder at it, I
heard him distinctly give a slap to his forehead. "I see it all!"
he cried. "That miserable, canting peasant-woman upstairs has
arranged it all. No doubt she consulted her priests. I must
regain my self-respect. Let her die first." I heard him make a
dash for the foot of the stairs. I was appalled; yet to think of
Therese being hoisted with her own petard was like a turn of
affairs in a farce. A very ferocious farce. Instinctively I
unlocked the door. Dona Rita's contralto laugh rang out loud,
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