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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: weary, tried to wake his memory, said that the lady he was seeking for was
very beautiful, had a little mouth, and tiny, very tiny, feet. The man
only smoked on as sullenly as at first. What were little, very little,
mouths and feet to him. But his daughter leaned out in the window above.
She was dirty and lazy, and liked to loll there when travellers came, to
hear the men talk, but she had a soft heart. Presently a hand came out of
the window, and a pair of velvet slippers touched his shoulder, tiny
slippers with black flowers. He pulled them out of her hand. Only one
woman's feet had worn them, he knew that.
"Left here last summer by a lady," said the girl; "might be the one you are
looking for. Never saw any feet so small."
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