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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: have believed her if she had told him the chops had cost a
dollar.
"There's sixty cents saved, anyhow," thought Trina, as she
clutched the money in her pocket to keep it from rattling.
Trina cooked the chops, and they breakfasted in silence.
"Now," said McTeague as he rose, wiping the coffee from his
thick mustache with the hollow of his palm, "now I'm going
fishing, rain or no rain. I'm going to be gone all day."
He stood for a moment at the door, his fish-line in his
hand, swinging the heavy sinker back and forth. He looked
at Trina as she cleared away the breakfast things.
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