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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: sordid, panic-stricken and breathless. A frowsy, tall
woman with flying hair followed the missile. The
janitor's foot slipped on the tiled floor, he fell in a heap
with an exclamation of despair. The woman pounced upon
him and seized his hair. The man bellowed lustily.
Her vengeance wreaked, the virago rose and stalked
triumphant as Minerva, back to some cryptic domestic
retreat at the rear. The janitor got to his feet, blown
and humiliated.
"This is married life," he said to Slayton, with a certain
bruised humour. "That's the girl I used to lay awake
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