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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: her pleased him mightily. He took her little hands and held them
in one of his while he smiled down at her. "I guess that kiss
will keep, my girl, till I come back."
"My God! Are you going to kill your own cousin?"
All her terror, all her detestation and hatred of him, looked
haggardly out of her unmasked face. His narrowed eyes searched
her heart, and his countenance grew every second more sinister,
"Y'u have been fooling me all evening, then?"
"Yes, and hating you every minute of the time."
"Y'u dared?" His face was black with rage.
"You would like to kill me. Why don't you?"
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