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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: been telling her about. Strangers were of so rare an occurrence in the little
village that it was not probable there could be more than one.
Approaching the house she met her brother who told her she had better go
indoors and let Sam put up the pony. Accordingly, Betty called the negro, and
then went into the house. Bessie had gone to the fort with the children. Betty
found no one to talk to, so she tried to read. Finding she could not become
interested she threw the book aside and took up her embroidery. This also
turned out a useless effort; she got the linen hopelessly twisted and tangled,
and presently she tossed this upon the table. Throwing her shawl over her
shoulders, for it was now late in the afternoon and growing chilly, she walked
downstairs and out into the Yard. She strolled aimlessly to and fro awhile,
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