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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: nervous. And the sound of the door-bell would be the beginning
of the end--after that there'd be no going back, by God--no going
back!
Granice resumed his pacing. Each time he reached the end of the
room opposite the door he caught his reflection in the Florentine
mirror above the fine old walnut credence he had picked up at
Dijon--saw himself spare, quick-moving, carefully brushed and
dressed, but furrowed, gray about the temples, with a stoop which
he corrected by a spasmodic straightening of the shoulders
whenever a glass confronted him: a tired middle-aged man,
baffled, beaten, worn out.
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