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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: gold. He dug deep, and he dug shallow, filling and washing a dozen pans, and
was unrewarded even by the tiniest golden speck. He was enraged at having
yielded to the temptation, and cursed himself blasphemously and pridelessly.
Then he went down the hill and took up the cross-cutting.
"Slow an' certain, Bill; slow an' certain," he crooned. "Short-cuts to fortune
ain't in your line, an' it's about time you know it. Get wise, Bill; get wise.
Slow an' certain's the only hand you can play; so go to it, an' keep to it,
too."
As the cross-cuts decreased, showing that the sides of the "V" were
converging, the depth of the " V " increased. The gold-trace was dipping into
the hill. It was only at thirty inches beneath the surface that he could get
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