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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "Why, your letter, Bucky. It was the dearest letter. I love it."
"But you weren't to read it for three hours," he pretended to
reprove, holding her at arm's length to laugh at her.
"Wasn't it three hours? It seemed ever so much longer."
"You little rogue, you didn't play fair." And to punish her he
drew her soft, supple body to him in a close embrace, and for the
first time kissed the sweet mouth that yielded itself to him.
"Tell me all about what happened to you," she bade him playfully,
after speech was again in order.
"Sure." He caught her hand to lead her to the bench and she
winced involuntarily.
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