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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: a whisper. Eudora jogged the cradle gently with her foot, and
both were still. Then Eudora dropped the lace veil over the
cradle again and moved softly away.
Lawton followed her. "I haven't my answer yet, Eudora," he
whispered, leaning over her shoulder as she moved.
"Come into the other room," she murmured, "or we shall wake the
baby." Her voice was softly excited.
Eudora led the way into the parlor, upon whose walls hung some
really good portraits and whose furnishings still merited the
adjective magnificent. There had been opulence in the Yates
family; and in this room, which had been conserved, there was
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