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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: galloped away. A mellow laugh was borne to her ears before she got out of
hearing, and again the red blood mantled her cheeks.
"Heavens! What a little beauty," said Alfred to himself, as he watched the
graceful rider disappear. "What spirit! Now, I wonder who she can be. She had
on moccasins and buckskin gloves and her hair tumbled like a tomboy's, but she
is no backwoods girl, I'll bet on that. I'm afraid I was a little rude, but
after taking such a stand I could not weaken, especially before such a haughty
and disdainful little vixen. It was too great a temptation. What eyes she had!
Contrary to what I expected, this little frontier settlement bids fair to
become interesting."
The afternoon wore slowly away, and until late in the day nothing further
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