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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: "But, Allonby, I killed that man!"
The District Attorney's large hand, outstretched on his desk, had
an almost imperceptible gesture, and a moment later, as if an
answer to the call of an electric bell, a clerk looked in from
the outer office.
"Sorry, my dear fellow--lot of people waiting. Drop in on Stell
some morning," Allonby said, shaking hands.
McCarren had to own himself beaten: there was absolutely no flaw
in the alibi. And since his duty to his journal obviously
forbade his wasting time on insoluble mysteries, he ceased to
frequent Granice, who dropped back into a deeper isolation. For
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