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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: the door now, and went warily out. "Oh, Jimmie."
He was leaning against the wall and swearing. Blood stood
upon bruises on his knotty fore-arms where they had scraped against
the floor or the walls in the scuffle. The mother lay screeching
on the floor, the tears running down her furrowed face.
Maggie, standing in the middle of the room, gazed about her.
The usual upheaval of the tables and chairs had taken place.
Crockery was strewn broadcast in fragments. The stove had been
disturbed on its legs, and now leaned idiotically to one side.
A pail had been upset and water spread in all directions.
The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders.
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