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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: wrath proved too much for her discretion. She spurred her horse
into the grass, crying, -
"What name you fella boy, eh? What name?"
They arose, scrambling and scattering, and to her surprise she saw
there were a dozen of them. As she looked in their glowering faces
and noted the heavy, two-foot, hacking cane-knives in their hands,
she became suddenly aware of the rashness of her act. If only she
had had her revolver or a rifle, all would have been well. But she
had carelessly ventured out unarmed, and she followed the glance of
Gogoomy to her waist and saw the pleased flash in his eyes as he
perceived the absence of the dreadful man-killing revolver.
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