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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: One sultry afternoon, while the widow and her son were watching at his
bedside, Takahama fell asleep. At the same moment a very large white
butterfly entered the room, and perched upon the sick man's pillow. The
nephew drove it away with a fan; but it returned immediately to the pillow,
and was again driven away, only to come back a third time. Then the nephew
chased it into the garden, and across the garden, through an open gate,
into the cemetery of the neighboring temple. But it continued to flutter
before him as if unwilling to be driven further, and acted so queerly that
he began to wonder whether it was really a butterfly, or a ma [16]. He
again chased it, and followed it far into the cemetery, until he saw it fly
against a tomb,-- a woman's tomb. There it unaccountably disappeared; and
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