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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: gave way to another, so that she was moaning as she stood
there with the telegram in her shaking hand. She read it
again, her lips moving, as old people sometimes
read. Then she began to whimper, with her closed fist over
her mouth, her whole body shaking. All her fine courage
gone now; all her rigid self-discipline; all her iron
determination. She was not a tearful woman. And she had
wept much on the train. So the thing that wrenched and
shook her now was all the more horrible because of its
soundlessness. She walked up and down the room, pushing her
hair back from her forehead with the flat of her hand. From
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