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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: from the lower floor, the different things Soulsby
was probably doing. Their spare room was down there,
directly underneath, but curiously enough no one seemed
to enter it. The faint murmur of conversation which from
time to time reached her came from the parlor instead.
At last she heard her husband's soft tread coming
up the staircase, and still there had been no hint
of employing the guest-chamber. What could he be about?
she wondered.
Brother Soulsby came in, bearing a small lamp in
his hand, the reddish light of which, flaring upward,
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