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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: would be to see it, and the kind light of it, in his handsome face.
That was exactly present to me--by which I mean the face was--
when, on the first of these occasions, at the end of a long
June day, I stopped short on emerging from one of the plantations
and coming into view of the house. What arrested me on the spot--
and with a shock much greater than any vision had allowed for--
was the sense that my imagination had, in a flash, turned real.
He did stand there!--but high up, beyond the lawn and at the very top of
the tower to which, on that first morning, little Flora had conducted me.
This tower was one of a pair--square, incongruous, crenelated structures--
that were distinguished, for some reason, though I could see
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