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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: me. He was a lean, resolute man, very soberly clad for that place,
and already I had marked his face watching me in the breakfasting
hall, and afterwards as we went along the passage I had avoided his
eye. But now, as we sat in a little alcove, smiling at the pleasure
of all the people who went to and fro across the shining floor, he
came and touched me, and spoke to me so that I was forced to listen.
And he asked that he might speak to me for a little time apart.
"'No,' I said. 'I have no secrets from this lady. What do you want
to tell me?'
"He said it was a trivial matter, or at least a dry matter, for
a lady to hear.
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