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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: amphibious."
I ducked into the next shelter, which happened to be the yawning
entrance to a livery stable, and shook myself, dog fashion.
Hotchkiss wiped his collar with his handkerchief. It emerged
gleaming and unwilted.
"This will do as well as any place," he said, raising his voice
above the rattle of the rain. "Got to make a beginning."
I sat down on the usual chair without a back, just inside the door,
and stared out at the darkening street. The whole affair had an
air of unreality. Now that I was there, I doubted the necessity,
or the value, of the journey. I was wet and uncomfortable. Around
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