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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: from baffled hopes to ruined ribbons. For the drops continued to
fall, and being a woman as well as a lover, she felt that, though
it was too late to save her heart, she might her bonnet. Now she
remembered the little umbrella, which she had forgotten to take
in her hurry to be off, but regret was unavailing, and nothing
could be done but borrow one or submit to to a drenching. She
looked up at the lowering sky, down at the crimson bow already
flecked with black, forward along the muddy street, then one
long, lingering look behind, at a certain grimy warehouse, with
`Hoffmann, Swartz, & Co.' over the door, and said to herself,
with a sternly reproachful air...
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