The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: fearful house-cleaning weeks in each year, there could have been
any disorder in the cold prim, varnish-odored best rooms, sacred to
company.
It was Miss Betty Rambo, whose pulse beat some ten strokes faster
than its wont, as she sat down with the rest to their early country
dinner. Whether her brother Henry's participated in the
accelerated movement could not be guessed from his demeanor. She
glanced at him now and then, with bright eyes and flushed cheeks,
eager to speak yet shrinking from the half magisterial air which
was beginning to supplant his old familiar banter. Henry was
changing with his new responsibility, as she admitted to herself
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