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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: Sometimes a girl would flush, not with drooped eyelids and inviting
timidity, but with anger and a quick lift of the head. Girl after
girl turned on her heel and left him, till he had but a small ring of
questioners, and they, visibly, were the least "girlish" of the lot.
I saw him looking pleased at first, as if he thought he was
making a strong impression; but, finally, casting a look at Jeff,
or me, he seemed less pleased--and less.
As for me, I was most agreeably surprised. At home I never
was "popular." I had my girl friends, good ones, but they were
friends--nothing else. Also they were of somewhat the same
clan, not popular in the sense of swarming admirers. But here,
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