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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith: sharply, swallowed a brimming glass of raw whiskey, and left the
room.
When the sound of his footsteps had died away, Dempsey looked at
Quigg meaningly and gave a low laugh.
XIV
BLOSSOM-WEEK
It was "blossom-week," and every garden and hedge flaunted its
bloom in the soft air. All about was the perfume of flowers, the
odor of fresh grass, and that peculiar earthy smell of new-made
garden beds but lately sprinkled. Behind the hill overlooking the
harbor the sun was just sinking into the sea. Some sentinel
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