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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: question about herself but she did not answer it. She did not want
to talk of these horrors. They were impossible to describe. She
perceived though that he had not expected an answer, because she
heard him muttering to himself that: "There was half a million's
worth of work done and material accumulated there."
"You mustn't think of these things, papa," she said firmly. And he
asked her with that invariable gentleness, in which she seemed now
to detect some rather ugly shades, what else had he to think about?
Another year or two, if they had only left him alone, he and
everybody else would have been all right, rolling in money; and she,
his daughter, could have married anybody--anybody. A lord.
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