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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: here under protest," the corners of his mouth sunk disparagingly,
his eyes stony. "I am here under protest. I have been locked up by
a conspiracy. I--"
He raised his hands to his forehead--his silk hat was on the table
rim upwards; he had put it there with a despairing gesture as he
came in--he raised his hands to his forehead. "It seems to me
unfair. I--" He broke off again. Anthony looked at Flora who
stood by the side of her father.
"Well, sir, you will soon get used to me. Surely you and she must
have had enough of shore-people and their confounded half-and-half
ways to last you both for a life-time. A particularly merciful lot
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