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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: door, and gained the street again.
The dentist crossed the city, going back to the music store.
It was a little after eleven o'clock. The night was
moonless, filled with a gray blur of faint light that seemed
to come from all quarters of the horizon at once. From time
to time there were sudden explosions of a southeast wind at
the street corners. McTeague went on, slanting his head
against the gusts, to keep his cap from blowing off,
carrying the sack close to his side. Once he looked
critically at the sky.
"I bet it'll rain to-morrow," he muttered, "if this wind
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