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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: early October, when I raided in upon Ewart! I found my old
schoolfellow in bed in a room over an oil-shop in a back street
at the foot of Highgate Hill. His landlady, a pleasant, dirty
young woman with soft-brown eyes, brought down his message for me
to come up; and up I went. The room presented itself as ample
and interesting in detail and shabby with a quite commendable
shabbiness. I had an impression of brown walls--they were
papered with brown paper-- of a long shelf along one side of the
room, with dusty plaster casts and a small cheap lay figure of a
horse, of a table and something of grey wax partially covered
with a cloth, and of scattered drawings. There was a gas stove
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