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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: the hour of dusk. No one disturbed her, and she used to lie
there on Beth's little red pillow, planning stories, dreaming
dreams, or thinking tender thoughts of the sister who never seemed
far away. Her face looked tired, grave, and rather sad, for tomorrow
was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years
went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to
have accomplished. Almost twenty-five, and nothing to show for
it. Jo was mistaken in that. There was a good deal to show,
and by-and-by she saw, and was grateful for it.
"An old maid, that's what I'm to be. A literary spinster,
with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and
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