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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: impossible. She only grew credulous and absorbed and blind. A
kind of gentle obstinacy, too, developed itself in her nature,
and all suggestion of defects in him fell off from her as from
a marble image of Faith. If he said or did anything, there was
no appeal; that was settled, let us pass to something else.
I almost blush to admit that Aunt Jane--of whom it could by no
means be asserted that she was a saintly lady, but only a very
charming one--rather rejoiced in this transformation.
"I like it better, my dear," she said, with her usual
frankness, to Kate. "Hope was altogether too heavenly for my
style. When she first came here, I secretly thought I never
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