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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: the medicine, or the mountain air, or so much masculine company; whatever
had done it, she had bloomed into brutal comeliness. Her hair looked
curlier, her figure was shapelier, her teeth shone whiter, and her cheeks
were a lusty, overbearing red. And there sat Molly Wood talking sweetly
to her big, grave Virginian; to look at them, there was no doubt that he
had been "raised good enough" to appreciate her, no matter what had been
his raising!
Lin greeted every one jauntily. "How are yu', Miss Peck? How are yu',
Tommy?" said he. "Hear the news, Tommy? Crow Injuns on the war-path."
"I declare!" said the biscuit-shooter.
The Virginian was about to say something, but his eye met Lin's, and then
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