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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: is told.
The women screamed in many keys, and the men sprang to their feet, and
would have laid their hands upon their swords had not the verities of
chronology forbidden.
The planter was the first to act; he sprang to the intruding missile,
and held it up to view.
"By Jupiter!" he cried. "A meteoric shower of hosiery! Has
communication at last been established with Mars?"
"I should say--ahem--Venus," ventured a young-gentleman visitor,
looking hopefully for approbation toward the unresponsive young-lady
visitors.
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