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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: and analyze his strength; but now, just now, he would take what
the gods had given him. And a thin little thought began to lift
itself, and he fell to wondering whatever under the sun he had
seen in Flossie, and to regret exceedingly that he had sent for
her. Of course, Freda was out of the running. His dumps were the
richest on Bonanza Creek, and they were many, while he was a man
of responsibility and position. But Loraine Lisznayi--she was
just the woman. Her life had been large; she could do the honors
of his establishment and give tone to his dollars.
But Freda smiled, and continued to smile, till he came to spend
much time with her. When she, too, rode down the street behind
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