Write a textual analysis “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” (331)

She put out her hand against the screen. She watched herself push the door slowly open as if she were safe back somewhere in the other doorway, watching this body and this head of long hair moving out into the sunlight where Arnold Friend waited.
“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said, in a half-sung sign that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlight reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him, so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.
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