The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:|
stood, the softer look faded slowly from his face. A ripple seemed to run over
his features, which froze, as it subsided, into a cold, stone rigidity.
His arm dropped; he stepped past the tree, and, bounding lightly as a deer,
cleared the creek and disappeared in the bushes.
Mr. Wells carried Nell to his cabin where she lay for hours with wan face and
listless languor. She swallowed the nourishing drink an old Indian nurse
forced between her teeth; she even smiled weakly when the missionaries spoke
to her; but she said nothing nor seemed to rally from her terrible shock. A
dark shadow lay always before her, conscious of nothing present, living over
again her frightful experience. Again she seemed sunk in dull apathy.
"Dave, we're going to loose Nell. She's fading slowly," said George, one
The Spirit of the Border