The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey:|
scarf he had used to bathe her face he wiped the blood from the
stone flags and, picking up the gun, he threw it upon a couch.
With that he began to pace the court, and his silver spurs
jangled musically, and the great gun-sheaths softly brushed
against his leather chaps.
"So--it's true--what I heard him say?" Lassiter asked, presently
halting before her. "You made love to me--to bind my hands?"
"Yes," confessed Jane. It took all her woman's courage to meet
the gray storm of his glance.
"All these days that you've been so friendly an' like a
pardner--all these evenin's that have been so bewilderin' to
Riders of the Purple Sage