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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: French. She tid have a trop too moch sometimes, put nefer forcot
herself. A ferry coot girl."
Katusha looked at the woman, then suddenly turned her eyes on the
jury and fixed them on Nekhludoff, and her face grew serious and
even severe. One of her serious eyes squinted, and those two
strange eyes for some time gazed at Nekhludoff, who, in spite of
the terrors that seized him, could not take his look off these
squinting eyes, with their bright, clear whites.
He thought of that dreadful night, with its mist, the ice
breaking on the river below, and when the waning moon, with horns
turned upwards, that had risen towards morning, lit up something
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