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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: between thunderous reports there was a strange hollow roar
sweeping down upon her, she realized how small was her knowledge
and experience of the mighty forces of nature. Then, with that
perversity of character of which she was wholly conscious, she
was humble, submissive, reverent, and fearful even while she
gloried in the grandeur of the dark, cloud-shadowed crags and
canons, the stupendous strife of sound, the wonderful driving
lances of white fire.
With blacker gloom and deafening roar came the torrent of rain.
It was a cloud-burst. It was like solid water tumbling down.
For long Madeline sat her horse, head bent to the pelting rain.
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