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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: without developing any real fever. He woke late Friday, clear
of head, though sober with a gnawing fear and tremendous sense
of responsibility. Saturday afternoon he felt able to go over
to the library and summon Rice and Morgan for a conference, and
the rest of that day and evening the three men tortured their
brains in the wildest speculation and the most desperate debate.
Strange and terrible books were drawn voluminously from the stack
shelves and from secure places of storage; and diagrams and formulae
were copied with feverish haste and in bewildering abundance.
Of scepticism there was none. All three had seen the body of Wilbur
Whateley as it lay on the floor in a room of that very building,
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