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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: because in this puny, shy and ugly little boy of fifteen you
behold Our Hero.
He staggered to his feet now, as Fanny came up. His school
reefer was mud-bespattered. His stockings were torn. His
cap was gone and his hair was wild. There was a cut or
scratch on one cheek, from which the blood flowed.
"I'll tell my mother on you!" he screamed impotently, and
shook with rage and terror. "You'll see, you will! You let
me alone, now!"
Fanny felt a sick sensation at the pit of her stomach and in
her throat. Then:
Fanny Herself | 
