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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: knowing bird, looked up into space beyond the piano top, and
played the lilting little melody with charm and fidelity. The
dark young man followed her with a wagging of the head and little
jerks of both outspread hands. His expression was beatific,
enraptured. He hummed a little under his breath and anyone who
was music-wise would have known that he was just a half beat
behind her all the way.
When she had finished he sighed deeply, ecstatically. He bent
his lean frame over the counter and, despite his swart coloring,
seemed to glitter upon her--his eyes, his teeth, his very
fingernails.
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