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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: a friend, and not some one who had to be defied?"
He dropped back heavily into his chair by
the fire. "It was myself I was defying, Hilda.
I have thought about it until I am worn out."
He looked at her and his haggard face softened.
He put out his hand toward her as he looked away
again into the fire.
She crept across to him, drawing her
stool after her. "When did you first begin to
feel like this, Bartley?"
"After the very first. The first was--
Alexander's Bridge | 
