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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: hospitably smoking chimneys, the look of some warm human
presence, of a mind slowly ripened on a sunny wall of experience.
She had never before had so deep a sense of her intimacy with it,
such a conviction that its secrets were all beneficent, kept, as
they said to children, "for one's good," so complete a trust in
its power to gather up her life and Ned's into the harmonious
pattern of the long, long story it sat there weaving in the sun.
She heard steps behind her, and turned, expecting to see the
gardener, accompanied by the engineer from Dorchester. But only
one figure was in sight, that of a youngish, slightly built man,
who, for reasons she could not on the spot have specified, did
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