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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: increased the pitch and intensity of his anguish. His body half-
lifted from the blankets, and quivered and shrank spasmodically,
as though drawing away from a bed of nettles.
"Roll'm over!" ordered Bettles. "He's crampin'."
And thereat, with pitiless good-will, he was pitched upon and
rolled and thumped and pounded by half-a-dozen willing comrades.
"Damn the trail," he muttered softly, as he threw off the robes
and sat up. "I've run across country, played quarter three
seasons hand-running, and hardened myself in all manner of ways;
and then I pilgrim it into this God-forsaken land and find myself
an effeminate Athenian without the simplest rudiments of manhood!"
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