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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: passage of her body. Then she stepped up on the sill and slipped
through the aperture. She saw no one. Lightly she jumped down
and ran in among the bushes. But these did not afford her the
cover she needed. She stole from one clump to another, finding
too late that she had chosen with poor judgment. The position of
the bushes had drawn her closer to the front of the house rather
than away from it, and just before her were horses, and beyond a
group of excited men. With her heart in her throat Madeline
crouched down.
A shrill yell, followed by running and mounting guerrillas,
roused her hope. They had sighted the cowboys and were in
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