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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: the same religion. Now and then a Murpby, acci-
dental, rolls over on the grass of a Rosenstein, or
a Cohen tries to crawl under the O'Grady bush, and
then there's a feeling of noses and somebody is rolled
down the hill to the driveway and stays there. There
is some hair-pulling among the women folks, and
everybody spanks the nearest howling kid to him by
the sense of feeling only, regardless of its parentage
and ownership. 'Tis hard to keep up the social dis-
tinctions in the dark that flourish by daylight in the
Beersheba Flats. Mrs. Rafferty, that despises the
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