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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: A fine, sleety snow was beginning to fall, and everyone was afraid
of another storm and anxious to have the burial over with.
Grandfather and Jelinek came to tell Mrs. Shimerda that it
was time to start. After bundling her mother up in clothes
the neighbours had brought, Antonia put on an old cape from our
house and the rabbit-skin hat her father had made for her.
Four men carried Mr. Shimerda's box up the hill; Krajiek slunk
along behind them. The coffin was too wide for the door,
so it was put down on the slope outside. I slipped out from
the cave and looked at Mr. Shimerda. He was lying on his side,
with his knees drawn up. His body was draped in a black shawl,
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