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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: firmly as she spoke, was so travel-worn that she could hardly
put her foot to the ground. "Not I, for one! In the depths of
my heart, little Europa is still the rosy child who ran to
gather flowers so many years ago. She has not grown to
womanhood, nor forgotten me. At noon, at night, journeying
onward, sitting down to rest, her childish voice is always in
my ears, calling, 'Mother! mother!' Stop here who may, there is
no repose for me."
"Nor for me," said Cadmus, "while my dear mother pleases to go
onward."
And the faithful Thasus, too, was resolved to bear them
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