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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: rose up to padlock his lips.
She looked across at him in shy surprise, for all the eagerness
had in an instant been sponged from his face. With a hard,
impassive countenance he dropped the hand he had seized and
turned away.
"You were saying--" she suggested.
"I reckon I've forgot what it was. It doesn't matter, anyhow."
She was hurt, and deeply. It was all very well for her to try her
little wiles to delay him, but in her heart she longed to hear
the words he had been about to say. It had been very sweet to
know that this brown, handsome son of Arizona loved her, very
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