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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: flash she remembered childish parties when they had played charades, and
one side had left the room and come in again to act a word--just what she
was doing now. The strange man went over to the stove and sat down in her
arm-chair. She did not want him to talk or come near her--it was enough to
see him in the room, so secure and happy. How hungry she had been for the
nearness of someone like that--who knew nothing at all about her--and made
no demands--but just lived. Viola ran over to the table and put her arms
round the jar of hyacinths.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" she cried--burying her head in the flowers--and
sniffing greedily at the scent. Over the leaves she looked at the man and
laughed.
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