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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: the gate at the end of the garden as <100> quickly as possible,
and I began to move away in that direction. The little girl at once
stopped capering and planted herself squarely in front of me.
"Who are you?" she said, examining me from my hat to my boots
with the keenest interest.
I considered this ungarnished manner of asking questions impertinent,
and, trying to look lofty, made an attempt to pass at the side.
The little girl, with a quick, cork-like movement,
was there before me.
"Who are you?" she repeated, her expression friendly but firm.
" Oh, I--I'm a pilgrim," I said in desperation.
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