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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: the stable-man, and Dyke himself, darting hither and thither
about the yellow mare, buckling, strapping, cinching, their lips
pale, their fingers trembling with excitement.
"Want anything to eat?" Annixter's head was under the saddle flap
as he tore at the cinch. "Want anything to eat? Want any money?
Want a gun?"
"Water," returned Dyke. "They've watched every spring. I'm
killed with thirst."
"There's the hydrant. Quick now."
"I got as far as the Kern River, but they turned me back," he
said between breaths as he drank.
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