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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: thrown into my berth. The incident, trivial as it seemed, was
startling in its suddenness, for although my ears were painfully
strained and awake, I had heard no step outside. The next instant
the curtain hung limp again; still without a sound, my disturber
had slipped away into the gloom and darkness. In a frenzy of
wakefulness, I sat up, drew on a pair of slippers and fumbled for
my bath-robe.
>From a berth across, probably lower ten, came that particular
aggravating snore which begins lightly, delicately, faintly soprano,
goes down the scale a note with every breath, and, after keeping the
listener tense with expectation, ends with an explosion that tears
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