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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: first I have broken, by God--"
His slim, lithe body was leaning forward so that it cut off
others, and left them to all intents alone. At a touch of her
fingers the handbag in her lap flew open and a little
ivory-hilted revolver lay in her hand.
"You may break me, but you'll never bend me an inch."
He looked at the little gun and laughed ironically. "Sho! If y'u
should hit me with that and I should find it out I might get mad
at y'u."
"Did I say it was for you?" she said coldly; and again the shock
of joined eyes ended in drawn battle.
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