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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: watched Rosa, huddled and convulsed, little pointed
arrows flew into her brain. Girls in those old Span-
ish days went to the altar with a serene faith in
miracles, and it was a matter of honor among those
that preceded their friends to abet the parents in a
custom which assuredly did not err on the side of
ugliness. Concha had a larger vocabulary than
other Californians of her sex, for she had read
many books, and if never a novel, she knew some-
thing of poetry. Sturgis had filled the sala with
the sonorous roll of his favorite masters and it had
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