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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: St. Bernard--a chic little idea which was all her own, and of
which she was very proud.
She was as trig and trim and crisp as a crack yacht: not a pin was
loose, not a seam that did not fall in its precise right line; and
with every movement there emanated from her a barely perceptible
delicious feminine odor--an odor that was in part perfume, but
mostly a subtle, vague smell, charming beyond words, that came
from her hair, her neck, her arms--her whole sweet personality.
She was nineteen years old.
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