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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: inches," he announced, after a careful survey.
"Say, jes' sing out 'eight bells' afore you pull the gun, will
you?"
Kent agreed, and they lapsed into silence. The thongs about
Cardegee's wrists were slowly stretching, and he had begun to work
them over his hands.
"Say, 'ow close is the shadows?"
"One inch."
The sailor wriggled slightly to assure himself that he would
topple over at the right moment, and slipped the first turn over
his hands.
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