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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: flower slowly and thoughtfully, as a hasheesh-eater, heavy with the drug,
might ponder some whim-flower that obtruded on his vision. In her ears was the
voice of the stream--a hoarse-throated, sleepy old giant, muttering and
mumbling his somnolent fancies. But her fancy was not in turn aroused, as was
its wont; she knew the sound merely for water rushing over the rocks of the
deep canyon-bottom, that and nothing more.
Her gaze wandered on beyond the Diogenes' lanterns into the open space.
Knee-deep in the wild oats of the hillside grazed two horses, chestnut-sorrels
the pair of them, perfectly matched, warm and golden in the sunshine, their
spring-coats a sheen of high-lights shot through with color-flashes that
glowed like fiery jewels. She recognized, almost with a shock, that one of
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