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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: clenching the newspaper. "I tell you, it's the man! I KNOW him!
He spoke to me in the garden!"
Parvis took the journal from her, directing his glasses to the
portrait. "It can't be, Mrs. Boyne. It's Robert Elwell."
"Robert Elwell?" Her white stare seemed to travel into space.
"Then it was Robert Elwell who came for him."
"Came for Boyne? The day he went away?" Parvis's voice dropped
as hers rose. He bent over, laying a fraternal hand on her, as
if to coax her gently back into her seat. "Why, Elwell was dead!
Don't you remember?"
Mary sat with her eyes fixed on the picture, unconscious of what
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