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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: lips move.
"Lift me up--out of bed," she whispered.
They raised her in their arms, and with her stiff hand she
pointed to the window.
"Oh, the window--she wants to sit in the window. She used to sit
there all day," Mrs. Sampson explained. "It can do her no harm,
I suppose?"
"Nothing matters now," said the nurse.
They carried Mrs. Manstey to the window and placed her in her
chair. The dawn was abroad, a jubilant spring dawn; the spire
had already caught a golden ray, though the magnolia and horse-
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