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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: Two more anchors were put out, and still she dragged--dragged in
with the flood,--twisting, shuddering, careening in her agony.
Evening fell; the sand began to move with the wind, stinging
faces like a continuous fire of fine shot; and frenzied blasts
came to buffet the steamer forward, sideward. Then one of her
hog-chains parted with a clang like the boom of a big bell. Then
another! ... Then the captain bade his men to cut away all her
upper works, clean to the deck. Overboard into the seething went
her stacks, her pilot-house, her cabins,--and whirled away. And
the naked hull of the Star, still dragging her three anchors,
labored on through the darkness, nearer and nearer to the immense
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