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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: sea. At last he picked up the white sails of the schooner and
studied them.
"No Jessie," he said very quietly. "That's the Malakula."
He changed his seat for a steamer reclining-chair. Three hundred
feet away the sea broke in a small surf upon the beach. To the
left he could see the white line of breakers that marked the bar of
the Balesuna River, and, beyond, the rugged outline of Savo Island.
Directly before him, across the twelve-mile channel, lay Florida
Island; and, farther to the right, dim in the distance, he could
make out portions of Malaita--the savage island, the abode of
murder, and robbery, and man-eating--the place from which his own
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