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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: the old woman, with simulated tenderness in her voice.
"I should like to speak to you alone," said Nekhludoff, with a
glance towards the door, where the children were standing, and
behind them a woman holding a wasted, pale baby, with a sickly
smile on its face, who had a little cap made of different bits of
stuff on its head.
"What are you staring at? I'll give it you. Just hand me my
crutch," the old woman shouted to those at the door.
"Shut the door, will you!" The children went away, and the woman
closed the door.
"And I was thinking, who's that? And it's 'the master' himself.
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