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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: the door of the Festsaal, and the Frau straightened her brooch and folded
her hands, assuming the air of dignity becoming to the wife of a postman
and the mother of five children. Beautiful indeed was the Festsaal. Three
long tables were grouped at one end, the remainder of the floor space
cleared for dancing. Oil lamps, hanging from the ceiling, shed a warm,
bright light on the walls decorated with paper flowers and garlands; shed a
warmer, brighter light on the red faces of the guests in their best
clothes.
At the head of the centre table sat the bride and bridegroom, she in a
white dress trimmed with stripes and bows of coloured ribbon, giving her
the appearance of an iced cake all ready to be cut and served in neat
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