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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: these meanings on Frances Waldeaux's face, or on her
son's.
She sewed until late in the afternoon. There came a tap
at the door. She opened it, and there stood Mrs.
Waldeaux, wrapped in a heavy cloak. Lucy jumped at her,
trembling, and hugged her.
"Oh, come in! Come in!" she cried shrilly. "I have just
been thinking of you and talking to you!"
Frances laughed, bewildered. "Oh, it is Miss
Dunbar? The man sent me here by mistake to wait. Miss
Vance is out, he said."
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