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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: the Cutters' gate softly behind me. Her warm, sweet face,
her kind arms, and the true heart in her; she was, oh, she was
still my Antonia! I looked with contempt at the dark,
silent little houses about me as I walked home, and thought
of the stupid young men who were asleep in some of them.
I knew where the real women were, though I was only a boy;
and I would not be afraid of them, either!
I hated to enter the still house when I went home from
the dances, and it was long before I could get to sleep.
Toward morning I used to have pleasant dreams: sometimes Tony
and I were out in the country, sliding down straw-stacks as we
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