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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: and looked grimly down at the working face, at the sweet, soft,
pitiful eyes brimming with tears. She was pure woman now, all the
caste pride dissolved in yearning pity.
"Oh, you lamb--you precious lamb," he groaned, and clicked his
teeth shut on the poignant pain of his loss.
"I think you're splendid," she told him. "Oh, I know what you've
done--that you are not good. I know you've wasted your life and
lived with your hand against every man's. But I can't help all
that. I look for the good in you, and I find it. Even in your
sins you are not petty. You know how to rise to an opportunity."
This man of contradictions, forever the creature of his impulses,
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