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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: little garden.
I heard Fyne exclaim "Nothing" and then Mrs. Fyne's well-trained,
responsible voice uttered the words, "It's what I have said," with
incisive equanimity. By that time I had passed on, raising my hat.
Almost at once Fyne caught me up and slowed down to my strolling
gait which must have been infinitely irksome to his high pedestrian
faculties. I am sure that all his muscular person must have
suffered from awful physical boredom; but he did not attempt to
charm it away by conversation. He preserved a portentous and dreary
silence. And I was bored too. Suddenly I perceived the menace of
even worse boredom. Yes! He was so silent because he had something
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