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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: could not help being glad to see the man who had only trifled with her, the
man who had considered the acquaintance of so little consequence that he had
never taken the trouble to write her a line or send her a message. She wrung
her trembling hands. She endeavored to still that throbbing heart and to
conquer that sweet vague feeling which had crept over her and made her weak.
The tears began to come and with a sob she threw herself on the bed and buried
her head in the pillow.
An hour after, when Betty had quieted herself and had seated herself by the
window a light knock sounded on the door and Col. Zane entered. He hesitated
and came in rather timidly, for Betty was not to be taken liberties with, and
seeing her by the window he crossed the room and sat down by her side.
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