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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: face. She struck him a stinging blow with her free hand and struggled with all
her might to free herself; but she was powerless in his iron grasp. Closer he
drew her.
"If it costs me my life I will kiss you for that blow," he muttered hoarsely.
"Oh, you coward! you ruffian! Release me or I will scream."
She had opened her lips to call for help when she saw a dark figure cross the
threshold. She recognized the tall form of Wetzel. The hunter stood still in
the doorway for a second and then with the swiftness of light he sprang
forward. The single straightening of his arm sent Miller backward over a bench
to the floor with a crashing sound. Miller rose with some difficulty and stood
with one hand to his head.
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