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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain: no answer, but I still heard the voice. I peeped in.
The man lay on his back in bed, talking brokenly but
with spirit, and punctuating with his arms, which he
thrashed about, restlessly, as sick people do in de-
lirium. I slipped in softly and bent over him. His
mutterings and ejaculations went on. I spoke -- merely
a word, to call his attention. His glassy eyes and his
ashy face were alight in an instant with pleasure, grati-
tude, gladness, welcome:
"Oh, Sandy, you are come at last -- how I have
longed for you! Sit by me -- do not leave me --
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