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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: existed somewhere deep down in her lovely bosom.
His words penetrated the heart whose very lightness
was its safest armor. She looked up at him with eyes
that saw. And a warm glow visited her cool cheeks.
Tremblingly, awfully, her moth wings closed, and
she seemed about to settle upon the flower of love.
Some faint glimmer of life and its possibilities on
the other side of her glove counter dawned upon her.
Carter felt the change and crowded the opportunity.
"Marry me, Masie," be whispered softly, "and we
will go away from this ugly city to beautiful ones.
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