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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: The new driver banished the first one from the maiden's mind. He
was not a frank-looking boy, and he had been taking whiskey. All
night long he took it, while his passenger, helpless and
sleepless inside the lurching stage, sat as upright as she
possibly could; nor did the voices that she heard at Drybone
reassure her. Sunrise found the white stage lurching eternally on
across the alkali, with a driver and a bottle on the box, and a
pale girl staring out at the plain, and knotting in her
handkerchief some utterly dead flowers. They came to a river
where the man bungled over the ford. Two wheels sank down over an
edge, and the canvas toppled like a descending kite. The ripple
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