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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: cheek: a bloom of womanhood hung upon her which she made no
effort to dissemble. Indeed, it was one of her originalities
that she always gravely and courageously revealed the utmost of
whatever mood possessed her.
"How splendid you look!" he said, smiling at her.
She threw her head back and gazed him straight in the eyes.
"That's going to be my future job."
"To look splendid?"
"Yes."
"And wear a crown?"
"And wear a crown ...."
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