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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: her bedroom. As the eyes in the photograph met hers, she felt it
would be impossible to read what was said of him, and closed her
lids with the sharpness of the pain.
"I thought if you felt disposed to put your name down--" she
heard Parvis continue.
She opened her eyes with an effort, and they fell on the other
portrait. It was that of a youngish man, slightly built, in
rough clothes, with features somewhat blurred by the shadow of a
projecting hat-brim. Where had she seen that outline before?
She stared at it confusedly, her heart hammering in her throat
and ears. Then she gave a cry.
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