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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: that we were to give each other a helping hand if either of us
had a better chance? The thing was absurd, of course; a mere
joke; from my point of view, at least. I shall never want any
better chance ... any other chance ...."
"Oh, Nick, oh, Nick ... but then ...." She was close to him,
his face looming down through her tears; but he put her back.
"It would have been easy enough, wouldn't it," he rejoined, "if
we'd been as detachable as all that? As it is, it's going to
hurt horribly. But talking it over won't help. You were right
just now when you asked how else we were going to live. We're
born parasites, both, I suppose, or we'd have found out some way
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