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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: There's never been a minute since I looked into his
eyes that I wouldn't 'a' died fur him."
She paused and sobbed.
"He had such pretty eyes, stranger. They looked
like your'n--only they wuz puttier and bluer."
She lifted her faded dress, brushed the tears from
her cheeks and went on rapidly:
"When I found his drunken brute of a daddy was a
liar and had another wife, I wouldn't live with him.
He tried to make me but I kicked him out of the house--
and he stole the boy to get even with me." Her voice
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