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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: too rare to waste in an artificial atmosphere, she came out again
and paced slowly along the springy turf of the bowling-green to
the gardens behind the house. At their farther end rose a grass
terrace, commanding, over the fish-pond and the yew hedges, a
view of the long house-front, with its twisted chimney-stacks and
the blue shadows of its roof angles, all drenched in the pale
gold moisture of the air.
Seen thus, across the level tracery of the yews, under the
suffused, mild light, it sent her, from its open windows and
hospitably smoking chimneys, the look of some warm human
presence, of a mind slowly ripened on a sunny wall of experience.
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