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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: almost without wrinkles, and her hair was black at seventy. Nils
felt proud of her as he watched her deliberate activity; never a
momentary hesitation, or a movement that did not tell. He waited
until she came out into the kitchen and, brushing the child aside,
took her place at the stove. Then he tapped on the screen door
and entered.
"It's nobody but Nils, Mother. I expect you weren't looking
for me."
Mrs. Ericson turned away from the stove and stood staring at
him. "Bring the lamp, Hilda, and let me look."
Nils laughed and unslung his valise. "What's the matter,
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