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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: turned to me: "I believe it is for the best, Paul. There never was
a chance for us; we may as well say it now. And it is better to
die here, together, than--the other way."
I smiled at his philosophy, knowing its source. It came not
from his own head, but from Desiree's arms. But it was truth.
We sat silent. The thing was beyond discussion; too elemental
to need speech for its explanation or understanding. I believe it
was not despair that kept back our words, but merely the dumb
realization that where all hope is gone words are useless--worse,
a mockery.
Finally I crossed the room and removed the cover from the body
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