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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie: her white cheeks, and revived her in a marvellous fashion. She
tried to sit up--then fell back with a groan, her hand to her
side.
"It's my heart," she whispered. "I mustn't talk."
She lay back with closed eyes.
Sir James kept his finger on her wrist a minute longer, then
withdrew it with a nod.
"She'll do now."
All three moved away, and stood together talking in low voices.
One and all were conscious of a certain feeling of anticlimax.
Clearly any scheme for cross-questioning the lady was out of the
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