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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: the moment, riding not quite abreast of him--and I saw the gleam
of his teeth beneath his mustache. It was seldom I could make him
smile, even to this slight extent. But his eyes grew, with his
next words, remote again in their speculation.
"His Holiness and his Grace. Now if I was to hear 'em namin' me
that-a-way every mawnin', I'd sca'cely get down to business."
"Oh, you'd get used to the pride of it."
"'Tisn't the pride. The laugh is what would ruin me. 'Twould take
'most all my attention keeping a straight face. The
Archbishop"--here he took one of his wide mental turns--"is apt
to be a big man in them Shakespeare plays. Kings take talk from
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