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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: stone. A fear of this awful silence came to her--
worse than the fear of death. She called upon her
ebbing strength for the final appeal:
"Harry!"
Not even the dying echo of a footstep. Noth-
ing. The thundering of the surf, the voice of the
restless sea itself, seemed stopped. There was not
a sound--no whisper of life, as though she were
alone and lost in that stony country of which she
had heard, where madmen go looking for gold and
spurn the find.
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