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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: run sheep. I--"
"Tell Miss Messiter what yore business is, Soapy," advised Yorky
from the end of the table, with a mouthful of biscuit swelling
his cheeks.
Soapy crushed the irrepressible Yorky with a look, but that young
man hit back smilingly.
"Soapy, he sells soap, ma'am. He's a sorter city salesman, I
reckon."
"I should never have guessed it. Mr. Sothern does not LOOK like a
salesman," said the girl, with a glance at his shrewd, hard,
expressionless face.
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