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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: honeymoon--until the shadows began to fall that fatal
Christmas Eve." She paused and her lips trembled.
"Oh, Doctor, what is love?"
The drooping shoulders of the man bent lower. He
picked up a pebble from the ground and flicked it
carelessly across the drive, lifted his head at last
and asked earnestly:
"Shall I tell you the truth?"
"Yes--your own particular brand, please--the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
"I'll try," he began soberly. "If I were a poet,
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