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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: was too slight to be worth considering. People on such
intimate terms as Celia and the priest--people with such
facilities for seeing each other whenever they desired--
did not find themselves on the same train of cars,
with the same long journey in view, by mere chance.
Theron walked until dusk began to close in upon the
autumn day. It grew colder, as he turned his face homeward.
He wondered if it would freeze again over-night, and then
remembered the shrivelled flowers in his wife's garden.
For a moment they shaped themselves in a picture before his
mind's eye; he saw their blackened foliage, their sicklied,
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