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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: with promises of greenness. Dear no, they simply look
mysterious, and their twigs shake against each other and tell
secrets of the leaves that will soon be born. Then one morning
you awake, and lo, it is a green world! The boughs have suddenly
clothed themselves all in a wondrous garment, and you feel the
blood run riot in your veins out of pure sympathy.
One day in March, it was warm and sweet. Underfoot were violets,
and wee white star flowers peering through the baby-grass. The
sky was blue, with flecks of white clouds reflecting themselves
in the brown bayou. Louisette tripped up the red brick walk with
the Chicago letter in her hand, and paused a minute at the door
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