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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: realized the quality of his strength, the calm and quiet of it, its
simple integrity and reposeful determination. She glanced quickly
at Tudor on the other side of her. It was a handsomer face, one
that was more immediately pleasing. But she did not like the
mouth. It was made for kissing, and she abhorred kisses. This was
not a deliberately achieved concept; it came to her in the form of
a faint and vaguely intangible repulsion. For the moment she knew
a fleeting doubt of the man. Perhaps Sheldon was right in his
judgment of the other. She did not know, and it concerned her
little; for boats, and the sea, and the things and happenings of
the sea were of far more vital interest to her than men, and the
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