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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: even this poor semblance of herself. For a moment he found
consolation in the thought that, at any cost, they had thus been
brought together; then a flood of shame rushed over him. Face to
face with her, he felt himself laid bare to the inmost fold of
consciousness. The shame was deep, but it was a renovating
anguish; he was like a man whom intolerable pain has roused from
the creeping lethargy of death. . . .
He rose next morning to as fresh a sense of life as though his
hour of mute communion with Margaret Aubyn had been a more
exquisite renewal of their earlier meetings. His waking thought
was that he must see her again; and as consciousness affirmed
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