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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: twice they heard an unseen lark singing. It was very still. The
old buggy and complacent horse were embalmed in a pungent aroma of
old leather and of stables that was entrancing; and a sweet smell
of grass and sap came to them in occasional long whiffs. There
was exhilaration in the very thought of being alive on that
odorous, still morning. The young blood went spanking in the
veins. Blix's cheeks were ruddy, her little dark-brown eyes
fairly coruscating with pleasure.
"Condy, isn't it all splendid?" she suddenly burst out.
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