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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: this long climb fatigue claimed Madeline, and she drowsily closed
her eyes, to find when she opened them again that the glaring
white sky had changed to a steel-blue. The sun had sunk behind
the foothills and the air was growing chilly. Stillwell had
returned to the driving-seat and was chuckling to the horses.
Shadows crept up cut of the hollows.
"Wal, Flo," said Stillwell, "I reckon we'd better hev the rest of
thet there lunch before dark."
"You didn't leave much of it," laughed Florence, as she produced
the basket from under the seat.
While they ate, the short twilight shaded and gloom filled the
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