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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: had put the mouth of the bottle to his lips and was swallowing the
last drops of the Tokai, standing. The sun, just about to sink
behind his shop, glistened on the bright glass, on his flushed face
and curly yellow hair. "Look," Clara whispered, "that's the way I
want to grow old."
VI
On the day of Olaf Ericson's barn-raising, his wife, for once
in a way, rose early. Johanna Vavrika had been baking cakes and
frying and boiling and spicing meats for a week beforehand, but it
was not until the day before the party was to take place that Clara
showed any interest in it. Then she was seized with one of her
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