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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: and dragged the lever into neutral. As I jammed on the
hand-brake, I seemed to see many lights. Then came the noise of
a horn, cries, and the sound of tires tearing at the road. I
fell forward and fainted.
I could smell Daphne. Somewhere at hand was my sister's faint
perfume: I opened my eyes.
"Hullo, Boy! said Jill, her small, cool hand on my forehead.
"Better, darling?" said Daphne, brushing my cheek with soft lips.
"I'm all right," I said, raising myself on my left elbow. Still
the stabbing pain in my right side. "Where are we?"
"In the hall at St. Martin, dear. How did it all happen?"
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