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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: Either it was a mortal dread of Greaser's knife or some kind of a new-born
fury that lent me such strength. He screeched, he snapped like a wolf, he
clawed me, he struck me, but he could not shake me off. Several times he
had me turning, but a hard rap on his head knocked him back again. Then I
began to bang him in the ribs.
"That's the place!" shouted Dick. "Ken, you're going to do him up! Soak
him! Oh-h, but this is great!"
I kept the advantage over Greaser, but still he punished me cruelly.
Suddenly he got his snaky hands on my throat and began to choke me. With
all my might I swung my fist into his stomach.
His hands dropped, his mouth opened in a gasp, his face turned green. The
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