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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: direction, but I crashed without warning into what, from the
resulting jangle, was the dining-table, probably laid for dinner.
I cursed my stupidity in getting into such a situation, and I
cursed my nerves for making my hand shake when I tried to strike a
match. The groan had not been repeated.
I braced myself against the table and struck the match sharply
against the sole of my shoe. It flickered faintly and went out.
And then, without the slightest warning, another dish went off the
table. It fell with a thousand splinterings; the very air seemed
broken into crashing waves of sound. I stood still, braced
against the table, holding the red end of the dying match, and
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