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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: have rendered her less remote. "You knew--you knew--" he
repeated; and suddenly his anguish gathered voice. "My God!" he
cried, "you suspected it first, you say--and then you knew it--
this damnable, this accursed thing; you knew it months ago--it's
months since I put that paper in your way--and yet you've done
nothing, you've said nothing, you've made no sign, you've lived
alongside of me as if it had made no difference--no difference in
either of our lives. What are you made of, I wonder? Don't you
see the hideous ignominy of it? Don't you see how you've shared
in my disgrace? Or haven't you any sense of shame?"
He preserved sufficient lucidity, as the words poured from him, to
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