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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: pushed open the front door. The hall was dark and as cold as a
vault and a shivering sentry was leaning against the closed folding
doors of what had been, in better days, the dining room.
"I want to see the captain," she said.
He pulled back the doors and she entered the room, her heart beating
rapidly, her face flushing with embarrassment and excitement. There
was a close stuffy smell in the room, compounded of the smoking
fire, tobacco fumes, leather, damp woolen uniforms and unwashed
bodies. She had a confused impression of bare walls with torn
wallpaper, rows of blue overcoats and slouch hats hung on nails, a
roaring fire, a long table covered with papers and a group of
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