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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: threshold of his own dining-room and surveyed the scene with
pardonable satisfaction.
He was a short round man, with a grizzled head, small facetious
eyes and a large and credulous smile.
At the luncheon table sat his wife, between Charlie Strefford
and Nick Lansing. Next to Strefford, perched on her high chair,
Clarissa throned in infant beauty, while Susy Lansing cut up a
peach for her. Through wide orange awnings the sun slanted in
upon the white-clad group.
"Well--well--well! So I've caught you at it!" cried the happy
father, whose inveterate habit it was to address his wife and
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