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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: expression. "I'm sorry you're so hipped," he said,
in gentle tones. "It can't be more than some passing whimsy.
You're in no real trouble, are you?--no family trouble?"
Thorpe shook his head. "The whole thing is rot!"
he affirmed, enigmatically.
"What whole thing?" The broker perched on the edge
of his desk, and with patient philosophy took him up.
"Do you mean eighty thousand a year is rot? That depends
upon the man who has it."
"I know that well enough," broke in the other, heavily.
"That's what I'm kicking about. I'm no good!"
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