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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: would at last see me. She did see me: she suddenly bent forward
to take up the little double-barrelled ivory glass that rested on
the edge of the box and to all appearance fix me with it. I smiled
from my place straight up at the searching lenses, and after an
instant she dropped them and smiled as straight back at me. Oh her
smile--it was her old smile, her young smile, her very own smile
made perfect! I instantly left my stall and hurried off for a
nearer view of it; quite flushed, I remember, as I went with the
annoyance of having happened to think of the idiotic way I had
tried to paint her. Poor Iffield with his sample of that error,
and still poorer Dawling in particular with HIS! I hadn't touched
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