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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: move, but hours afterwards, like the bitter fruit of his
immobility, the words: "I had nothing to offer to her vanity,"
came from his lips in the silence of the island. And it was then
only that he stirred, only to wear the night out in restless
tramping up and down the various paths of the plantation. Luiz,
whose sleep was made light by the consciousness of some impending
change, heard footsteps passing by his hut, the firm tread of the
master; and turning on his mats emitted a faint Tse! Tse! Tse! of
deep concern.
Lights had been burning in the bungalow almost all through the
night; and with the first sign of day began the bustle of
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