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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: little room with the sagging bed and the doors covered with wall
paper. Her feet had stopped aching, too, She could have sat there
for hours. And--why evade it?--she was interested. This whimsical
and respectful young man with his absurd talk and his shabby
clothes had roused her curiosity.
"Please," she assented.
"Then, first of all, my name. I'm getting that over early,
because it isn't much, as names go. Peter Byrne it is. Don't
shudder."
"Certainly I'm not shuddering."
"I have another name, put in by my Irish father to conciliate a
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