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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: deep enough for swimming, and cross back to his island, and
dressing again, fit his rod together and begin his casting. After
the darkness had set in, there would follow the lying drowsily
with his head upon his saddle, the camp-fire sinking as he
watched it, and sleep approaching to the murmur of the water on
either side of him.
So many visits to this island had he made, and counted so many
hours of revery spent in its haunting sweetness, that the spot
had come to seem his own. It belonged to no man, for it was deep
in the unsurveyed and virgin wilderness; neither had he ever made
his camp here with any man, nor shared with any the intimate
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