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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: Squaw Creek and did not stop until the ground itself stopped--
fell away before us so abruptly that the next step would have been
out into the tree-tops. We stood panting on the edge of the ravine,
looking down at the trees and bushes that grew below us.
The wind was so strong that I had to hold my hat on, and the girls'
skirts were blown out before them. Antonia seemed to like it;
she held her little sister by the hand and chattered away in that
language which seemed to me spoken so much more rapidly than mine.
She looked at me, her eyes fairly blazing with things she could not say.
`Name? What name?' she asked, touching me on the shoulder.
I told her my name, and she repeated it after me and made Yulka say it.
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