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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: integrity, with faith in herself, thoroughly at ease;
dispassionate, imperturbable; a figure chiselled from some cold
marble quarry. Whatever gulf there might exist, she recognized it
not. No bridging, no descending; her attitude was that of perfect
equality. She stood tranquilly on the ground of their common
womanhood. And this maddened Freda. Not so, had she been of
lesser breed; but her soul's plummet knew not the bottomless, and
she could follow the other into the deeps of her deepest depths
and read her aright. "Why do you not draw back your garment's
hem?" she was fain to cry out, all in that flashing, dazzling
second. "Spit upon me, revile me, and it were greater mercy than
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