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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: minded to read him a lesson from it. God! it must be less than
human brute who could not be held by such a tale, told as she
could tell it, but--bah! He was not worth it, nor worth the pain
to her. The candle was positioned just right, and even as she
thought of these things sacredly shameful to her, he was
pleasuring in the transparent pinkiness of her ear. She noted his
eye, took the cue, and turned her head till the clean profile of
the face was presented. Not the least was that profile among her
virtues. She could not help the lines upon which she had been
builded, and they were very good; but she had long since learned
those lines, and though little they needed, was not above
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