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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: sweet directness.
She saw him shake, saw his throat swell as he swallowed hard, saw
the hard fierceness return to his face.
"I won't. That's why I'm going after him."
"But I forbade you to start a fight deliberately."
"Then I'll go ahead and start one without your permission," he
replied shortly, and again he wheeled.
This time, when Madeline caught his arm she held to it, even
after he stopped.
"No," she said, imperiously.
He shook off her hand and strode forward.
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