The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: head the basket poised, filled with fruit and flowers, under
which the scarlet turban and bright eyes looked out half-
shadowed. The picture caught his eye. It was good to see a
face like that. He would try to-morrow, and cut one like it.
To-morrow! He threw down the tin, trembling, and covered his
face with his hands. When he looked up again, the daylight was
gone.
Deborah, crouching near by on the other side of the wall, heard
no noise. He sat on the side of the low pallet, thinking.
Whatever was the mystery which the woman had seen on his face,
it came out now slowly, in the dark there, and became fixed,--a
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