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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: opportunity. And somehow--in the windowless inner cell of his
consciousness where self-criticism cowered--Glennard's course
seemed justified by its merely material success. How could such a
crop of innocent blessedness have sprung from tainted soil?
Now he had the injured sense of a man entrapped into a
disadvantageous bargain. He had not known it would be like this;
and a dull anger gathered at his heart. Anger against whom?
Against his wife, for not knowing what he suffered? Against
Flamel, for being the unconscious instrument of his wrong-doing?
Or against that mute memory to which his own act had suddenly
given a voice of accusation? Yes, that was it; and his punishment
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