|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: their lives. Evelina's sobs still stirred the bed at gradually
lengthening intervals, till at length Ann Eliza thought she slept.
But with the dawn the eyes of the sisters met, and Ann Eliza's
courage failed her as she looked in Evelina's face.
She sat up in bed and put out a pleading hand.
"Don't cry so, dearie. Don't."
"Oh, I can't bear it, I can't bear it," Evelina moaned.
Ann Eliza stroked her quivering shoulder. "Don't, don't," she
repeated. "If you take the other hundred, won't that be enough?
I always meant to give it to you. On'y I didn't want to tell you
till your wedding day."
| 
