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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: cheeks. She turned to the custard pie and began to eat with a
silent voracity distressing to watch. She did not even look to see
what was left for Ann Eliza.
"I ain't hungry," she said at last as she laid down her fork.
"I'm only so dead tired--that's the trouble."
"then you'd better get right into bed. Here's my old plaid
dressing-gown--you remember it, don't you?" Ann Eliza laughed,
recalling Evelina's ironies on the subject of the antiquated
garment. With trembling fingers she began to undo her sister's
cloak. The dress beneath it told a tale of poverty that Ann Eliza
dared not pause to note. She drew it gently off, and as it slipped
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