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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: chilblains and bashfulness, my hands cracked and sore from the
corn husking. I felt the knuckles of my thumb tentatively, as
though they were raw again. I sat again before her parlor organ,
fumbling the scales with my stiff, red hands, while she, beside
me, made canvas mittens for the huskers.
The next morning, after preparing my landlady somewhat, I
set out for the station. When the train arrived I had some
difficulty in finding my aunt. She was the last of
the passengers to alight, and it was not until I got her into the
carriage that she seemed really to recognize me. She had come
all the way in a day coach; her linen duster had become black
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