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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: Minesse, an' de ol' woman too, dey mope an' look bad too, all for
mon violon. I try fo' to use dat money, but eet burn an' sting
lak blood money. I feel lak' I done sol' my child. I cannot go
at l'opera no mo', I t'ink of mon violon. I starve befo' I live
widout. My heart, he is broke, I die for mon violon."
Courcey left the room and returned with the instrument.
"M'sieu Fortier," he said, bowing low, as he handed the case to
the little man, "take your violin; it was a whim with me, a
passion with you. And as for the money, why, keep that too; it
was worth a hundred dollars to have possessed such an instrument
even for six days."
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