The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic:|
and patting his hand on his heart. There was fright
written all over his whitened face.
"We--we forgot that I am a sick man," he said feebly,
answering Celia's look of surprised inquiry with a forced,
wan smile. "I was afraid my heart had gone wrong."
She scrutinized him for a further moment, with growing
reassurance in her air. Then, piling up the pillows
and cushions behind him for support, for all the world
like a big sister again, she stepped into the inner room,
and returned with a flagon of quaint shape and a tiny glass.
She poured this latter full to the brim of a thick yellowish,
The Damnation of Theron Ware