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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: no sunlight, no books, no flowers; but a consoling smell of red cabbage
coming up under the door, mixed, in due season, with soapsuds."
"When did you go there?" asked Minora.
"Ah, when did I go there indeed? When did I not go there?
I have been calling there all my life."
Minora's eyes rolled doubtfully first at me then at Irais from the depths
of her head-wrappings; they are large eyes with long dark eyelashes,
and <215> far be it from me to deny that each eye taken by itself is fine,
but they are put in all wrong.
"The only thing you would learn there," went on Irais, "would be
the significance of sofa corners in Germany. If we three went
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