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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: "No," Lute answered. "I never knew her really to cut up. I think the only
trouble she ever gave me was when I was training her to open gates. She was
afraid when they swung back upon her--the animal's fear of the trap, perhaps.
But she bravely got over it. And she never was vicious. She never bolted, nor
bucked, nor cut up in all her life--never, not once."
The horses went on at a walk, still breathing heavily from their run. The road
wound along the bottom of the valley, now and again crossing the stream. From
either side rose the drowsy purr of mowing-machines, punctuated by occasional
sharp cries of the men who were gathering the hay-crop. On the western side of
the valley the hills rose green and dark, but the eastern side was already
burned brown and tan by the sun.
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