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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: a long story about that if she had a mind to tell it. "Ah,
yes, that gold service."
"Tell us about it again," said Zerkow, his bloodless lower
lip moving against the upper, his claw-like fingers feeling
about his mouth and chin. "Tell us about it; go on."
He was breathing short, his limbs trembled a little. It was
as if some hungry beast of prey had scented a quarry. Maria
still refused, putting up her head, insisting that she had
to be going.
"Let's have it," insisted the Jew. "Take another
drink." Maria took another swallow of the whiskey. "Now, go
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