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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: fell silent again surveying the woman in the chair. "Indulging
your taste for fancy dress," he went on with faint irony.
Mrs. Travers clasped her hands behind her head. The wide sleeves
slipping back bared her arms to her shoulders. She was wearing a
Malay thin cotton jacket, cut low in the neck without a collar
and fastened with wrought silver clasps from the throat downward.
She had replaced her yachting skirt by a blue check sarong
embroidered with threads of gold. Mr. Travers' eyes travelling
slowly down attached themselves to the gleaming instep of an
agitated foot from which hung a light leather sandal.
"I had no clothes with me but what I stood in," said Mrs.
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