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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: fur-bedecked splendor of the woman. The plump face went so
painfully red that the make-up stood out on it, a distinct layer,
like thin ice covering flowing water. As she surveyed that bulk
Terry realized that while Ruby might still claim eccentricity,
her song-and-dance days were over. "That's ancient history, m'
dear. I haven't been working for three years. What're you doing
in this joint? I'd heard you'd done well for yourself. That you
were married."
"I am. That is I--well, I am. I----"
At that the dark young man leaned over and patted Terry's hand
that lay on the counter. He smiled. His own hand was incredibly
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