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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: right, and a little behind me, she was holding out to me a slip
of paper. I took it mechanically but I did not look at it.
"Don't move for a minute or two," I said. " You look absolutely
splendid like that."
She smiled. I rather think her frock was of linen- at any rate,
it was blue. Her large straw hat was blue, too, and so were her
smart French gloves and her dainty shoes; her ankles were very
pretty, but her complexion was the thing: She had one of the
clearest skins I have ever seen, and the delicate bloom of her
cheeks was a wonder in itself. I could not well see her eyes,
for she was sitting with her head thrown back- her gloved right
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