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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: my beauty sleep."
She thrust the yellow rose into the bosom of her
wonderful, dainty, silken garments, stood up and
nodded imperiously at Herr Goldstein.
Her three companions and "Bill Summers" at-
tended her to her cab. When her flounces and
streamers were all safely tucked inside she dazzled
them with au revoirs from her shining eyes and teeth.
"Come around to the hotel and see me, Bill, before
you leave the city," she called as the glittering cab
rolled away.
The Voice of the City |
