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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: o'clock the bay was flooded with its electrical whiteness. Wilbur
and Moran could plainly make out the junk tied up to the kelp off-
shore. But toward one o'clock Wilbur was awakened by Moran
shaking his arm.
"There's something wrong out there," she whispered; "something
wrong with the junk. Hear 'em squealing? Look! look! look!" she
cried of a sudden; "it's their turn now!"
Wilbur could see the crank junk, with its staring red eyes, high
stern and prow, as distinctly as though at noonday. As he
watched, it seemed as if a great wave caught her suddenly
underfoot. She heaved up bodily out of the water, dropped again
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