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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: particular, or one may escape in the crowd.
HASTINGS. But that can never be your case, madam, in any dress.
(Bowing.)
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Yet, what signifies my dressing when I have such a
piece of antiquity by my side as Mr. Hardcastle: all I can say will
never argue down a single button from his clothes. I have often wanted
him to throw off his great flaxen wig, and where he was bald, to
plaster it over, like my Lord Pately, with powder.
HASTINGS. You are right, madam; for, as among the ladies there are
none ugly, so among the men there are none old.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. But what do you think his answer was? Why, with his
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