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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: generations.
At that moment the postman, looking like a German army officer, came in
with the mail. He threw my letters into my milk pudding, and then turned
to a waitress and whispered. She retired hastily. The manager of the
pension came in with a little tray. A picture post card was deposited on
it, and reverently bowing his head, the manager of the pension carried it
to the Baron.
Myself, I felt disappointed that there was not a salute of twenty-five
guns.
At the end of the meal we were served with coffee. I noticed the Baron
took three lumps of sugar, putting two in his cup and wrapping up the third
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