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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: A bench stood near and he seated himself. The monument rose
before him like some pretentious uninhabited dwelling; he could
not believe that Margaret Aubyn lay there. It was a Sunday
morning and black figures moved among the paths, placing flowers
on the frost-bound hillocks. Glennard noticed that the
neighboring graves had been thus newly dressed; and he fancied a
blind stir of expectancy through the sod, as though the bare
mounds spread a parched surface to that commemorative rain. He
rose presently and walked back to the entrance of the cemetery.
Several greenhouses stood near the gates, and turning in at the
first he asked for some flowers.
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