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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Street.
It was promptly opened by Morris.
'O, it's you, Michael,' he said, carefully blocking up the narrow
opening: 'it's very late.'
Michael without a word reached forth, grasped Morris warmly by
the hand, and gave it so extreme a squeeze that the sullen
householder fell back. Profiting by this movement, the lawyer
obtained a footing in the lobby and marched into the dining-room,
with Morris at his heels.
'Where's my Uncle Joseph?' demanded Michael, sitting down in the
most comfortable chair.
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