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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: awkward recoils. He knew now the face he needed, as clearly as
if it had come to him in a vision; and not till he found it would
he speak. As he walked eastward through the shabby reeking
streets he had a premonition that he should find it that morning.
Perhaps it was the promise of spring in the air--certainly he
felt calmer than for many days. . .
He turned into Washington Square, struck across it obliquely, and
walked up University Place. Its heterogeneous passers always
allured him--they were less hurried than in Broadway, less
enclosed and classified than in Fifth Avenue. He walked slowly,
watching for his face.
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