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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: `Well, I can take them some victuals, anyway, and say a word of
comfort to them poor little girls. The oldest one was his darling,
and was like a right hand to him. He might have thought of her.
He's left her alone in a hard world.' She glanced distrustfully
at Ambrosch, who was now eating his breakfast at the kitchen table.
Fuchs, although he had been up in the cold nearly all night, was going
to make the long ride to Black Hawk to fetch the priest and the coroner.
On the grey gelding, our best horse, he would try to pick his way across
the country with no roads to guide him.
`Don't you worry about me, Mrs. Burden,' he said cheerfully,
as he put on a second pair of socks. `I've got a good
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