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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: She was conscious of throwing in the moor tentatively, and yet
with a somewhat exaggerated emphasis, as if to make sure that he
shouldn't accuse her of slurring it over. But he seemed to have
no desire to do so. "Poor old Fred!" he merely remarked; and
she breathed out carelessly: "Oh, well--"
His hand still lay on hers, and for a long interval, while they
stood silent in the enveloping loveliness of the night, she was
aware only of the warm current running from palm to palm, as the
moonlight below them drew its line of magic from shore to shore.
Nick Lansing spoke at last. "Versailles in May would have been
impossible: all our Paris crowd would have run us down within
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