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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: light hall; and as he watched them a tear ran down his face. But
as soon as they were out of sight he turned and walked hastily
toward his room, beginning to hope again, already planning a new
statement.
Outside the building the two men stood still, and the
journalist's companion looked up curiously at the long monotonous
rows of barred windows.
"So that was Granice?"
"Yes--that was Granice, poor devil," said McCarren.
"Strange case! I suppose there's never been one just like it?
He's still absolutely convinced that he committed that murder?"
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