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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: trails, to his lonely life, to the Nemesis-pursuit he had followed for
eighteen long years, he was still a white man, kind and gentle in his quiet
hours, and because of this, though he knew it not, still capable of affection.
He had never known youth; his manhood had been one pitiless warfare against
his sworn foes; but once in all those years had his sore, cold heart warmed;
and that was toward a woman who was not for him. His life had held only one
purpose--a bloody one. Yet the man had a heart, and he could not prevent it
from responding to another. In his simple ignorance he rebelled against this
affection for anything other than his forest homes. Man is weak against hate;
what can he avail against love? The dark caverns of Wetzel's great heart
opened, admitting to their gloomy depths this stranger. So now a new love was
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