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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: from the Newport boat; falling suddenly; as witnesses said, after
having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from
one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which
formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased's home
in Williams Street. Physicians were unable to find any visible
disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure
lesion of the heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a
hill by so elderly a man, was responsible for the end. At the
time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, but latterly
I am inclined to wonder - and more than wonder.
As my great-uncle's
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