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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: for a minute's warmth, he plunged his hands in his pockets, shut
his teeth, and started manfully on his mission out the railroad
track toward the swamps.
It was late when Titee came home, to such a home as it was, and
he had but illy performed his errand; so his mother beat him and
sent him to bed supperless. A sharp strap stings in cold
weather, and a long walk in the teeth of a biting wind creates a
keen appetite. But if Titee cried himself to sleep that night,
he was up bright and early next morning, had been to mass,
devoutly kneeling on the cold floor, blowing his fingers to keep
them warm, and was home almost before the rest of the family were
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