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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: this sharp sense of the irretrievable. For an instant
the old impulse of flight swept through her; but it was
only the lift of a broken wing. She heard the door
open behind her, and Mr. Royall came in.
He had gone to the barber's to be shaved, and his
shaggy grey hair had been trimmed and smoothed. He
moved strongly and quickly, squaring his shoulders
and carrying his head high, as if he did not want to
pass unnoticed.
"What are you doing in the dark?" he called out in a
cheerful voice. Charity made no answer. He went up to
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