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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: You see!"
After a second glass Nils declared that he couldn't take any
more without getting sleepy. "Now get your fiddle, Vavrika," he
said as he opened his flute case.
But Joe settled back in his wooden rocker and wagged his big
carpet slipper. "No-no-no-no-no-no-no! No play fiddle now any
more: too much ache in de finger," waving them, "all-a-time
rheumatic. You play de flute, te-tety-tetety-te. Bohemie songs."
"I've forgotten all the Bohemian songs I used to play with you
and Johanna. But here's one that will make Clara pout. You
remember how her eyes used to snap when we called her the Bohemian
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