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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: back to his senses.
"I beg your pardon, Florence," he said, releasing her
hand; "but I'll have to hedge on part of what I said. I
can't ask you to marry me, of course. I killed a man
in New York -- a man who was my friend - shot him
down -- in quite a cowardly manner, I understand. Of
course, the drinking didn't excuse it. Well, I couldn't
resist having my say; and I'll always mean it. I'm here
as a fugitive from justice, and -- I suppose that ends
our acquaintance."
Mrs. Conant plucked little leaves assiduously from the
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