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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: never a thought of the morrow, on the night of the tenth of
August, eighteen hundred and fifty-six. Observant parents were
there, planning for the future bliss of their nearest and
dearest;--mothers and fathers of handsome lads, lithe and elegant
as young pines, and fresh from the polish of foreign university
training;--mothers and fathers of splendid girls whose simplest
attitudes were witcheries. Young cheeks flushed, young hearts
fluttered with an emotion more puissant than the excitement of
the dance;--young eyes betrayed the happy secret discreeter lips
would have preserved. Slave-servants circled through the
aristocratic press, bearing dainties and wines, praying
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