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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: close and raised his head to let it rest against her. Thus she
saw the blood that was running from in front of the shoulder
also; but she said no more about fainting. She tore strips from
her dress and soaked them, keeping them cold and wet upon both
openings of his wound, and she drew her pocket-knife out and cut
his shirt away from the place. As she continually rinsed and
cleaned it, she watched his eyelashes, long and soft and thick,
but they did not stir. Again she tried the flask, but failed from
being still too gentle, and her searching eyes fell upon ashes
near the pool. Still undispersed by the weather lay the small
charred ends of a fire he and she had made once here together, to
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