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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: her pointed chin in a cup of one little thin hand, her
soft muslin skirts circling around her, and the scent
of queer old sachet emanating from a flowered ribbon
of her grandmother's which she had tied around her
waist. The ancient scent always clung to the rib-
bon, suggesting faintly as a dream the musk and
roses and violets of some old summer-time.
Annie sat there and gazed out on the front yard,
which was silvered over with moonlight. Annie's
four sisters all sat out there. They had spread a
rug over the damp grass and brought out chairs.
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