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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: the hospital that looked like me. They didn't get well, and I
ain't going to." Her head dropped back. "It don't much matter--
I'm about tired. On'y there's one thing--Ann Eliza--"
The elder sister drew near to the bed.
"There's one thing I ain't told you. I didn't want to tell
you yet because I was afraid you might be sorry--but if he says I'm
going to die I've got to say it." She stopped to cough, and to Ann
Eliza it now seemed as though every cough struck a minute from the
hours remaining to her.
"Don't talk now--you're tired."
"I'll be tireder to-morrow, I guess. And I want you should
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