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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: talk. You have years and years to spend with it; I am an old
man, and every moment counts!"
"It's bad for you," she repeated with gentle obstinacy.
The doctor's sacred fury had in fact burnt itself out. He
dropped into a seat with dull eyes and slackening lips, and his
daughter drew the curtain across the picture.
Wyant turned away reluctantly. He felt that his opportunity was
slipping from him, yet he dared not refer to Clyde's wish for a
photograph. He now understood the meaning of the laugh with
which Doctor Lombard had given him leave to carry away all the
details he could remember. The picture was so dazzling, so
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