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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: Jacob Kent was feeling particularly good that afternoon. The
record had been broken the previous night, and he had sold his
hospitality to no less than twenty-eight visitors. True, it had
been quite uncomfortable, and four had snored beneath his bunk all
night; but then it had added appreciable weight to the sack in
which he kept his gold dust. That sack, with its glittering
yellow treasure, was at once the chief delight and the chief bane
of his existence. Heaven and hell lay within its slender mouth.
In the nature of things, there being no privacy to his one-roomed
dwelling, he was tortured by a constant fear of theft. It would
be very easy for these bearded, desperate-looking strangers to
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