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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: her cheeks and her eyes gleamed. But the change was too sudden for
her tortured soul. She rose from her chair, then sank fainting to
the floor.
Berner threw himself on his knees beside her, sobbing out, "She is
dying! She is dying!"
Muller turned on the instant, for he had heard the door on the other
side of the hall open, and a tall slender man with a smooth face
and a deep scar on his right cheek stood on the threshold looking at
them in dazed surprise. For an instant only had he lost his control.
The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind
him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack
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