The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton:|
gradually, with soft inexorableness, over her throat to her chin,
to her ears, to her mouth. . . . Ah, now it was rising too high;
the impulse to struggle was renewed;. . . her mouth was full;. . .
she was choking. . . . Help!
"It is all over," said the nurse, drawing down the eyelids with
The clock struck three. They remembered it afterward. Someone
opened the window and let in a blast of that strange, neutral air
which walks the earth between darkness and dawn; someone else led
the husband into another room. He walked vaguely, like a blind
man, on his creaking boots.