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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: unless his fruit, chops, and coffee were actually thrust under his
nose.
"Papum," she called, speaking clear and distinct, as though to the
deaf, "there's your coffee there at your elbow; be careful, you'll
tip it over. Victorine, push his cup further on the table. Is it
strong enough for you, Papum'"
"Eh? Ah, yes--yes--yes," murmured the old man, looking vaguely
about him; "coffee, to be sure"--and he emptied the cup at a
single draught, hardly knowing whether it was coffee or tea. "Now
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