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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: his beautifully brushed hair...and that smile..."Jolly" was the word--just
a well-fed boy with the world for his playground. People like that did one
good--one felt "made over" at the sight of them. SANE they were--so sane
and solid. You could depend on them never having one mad impulse from the
day they were born until the day they died. And Life was in league with
them--jumped them on her knee--quite rightly, too. At that moment she
noticed Casimir's letter, crumpled up on the floor--the smile faded.
Staring at the letter she began braiding her hair--a dull feeling of rage
crept through her--she seemed to be braiding it into her brain, and binding
it, tightly, above her head...Of course that had been the mistake all
along. What had? Oh, Casimir's frightful seriousness. If she had been
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