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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: of the two chairs and gazed stolidly out the one win-
dow at the brick wall opposite. Her eyes were red
and damp. The furniture could have been carried
away on a pushcart, but no pushcart man would have
removed it as a gift.
The door opened to admit Mr. Peters. His fox-
terrier eyes expressed a wish. His wife's diagnosis
located correctly the seat of it, but misread it hun-
ger instead of thirst.
"You'll get nothing more to eat till night," she
said, looking out of the window again. Take your
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