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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: no mean nervous strain.
He showed the reaction he was undergoing, when he swung down out of the
saddle. He began with a brave muscular display as he lifted his leg over, but
ended, on his feet, leaning against the limp Dolly for support. Lute flashed
out of her saddle, and her arms were about him in an embrace of thankfulness.
"I know where there is a spring," she said, a moment later.
They left the horses standing untethered, and she led her lover into the cool
recesses of the thicket to where crystal water bubbled from out the base of
the mountain.
"What was that you said about Dolly's never cutting up?" he asked, when the
blood had been stanched and his nerves and pulse-beats were normal again.
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