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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: dance in the slanting rays of the sun. "And my guid wood a' going
to waste."
"Oh, I wonder if it's true,"
was flaunted back.
The noise of the river ceased suddenly. A strange calm wrapped
about them. The ice had ripped from the shores and was floating
higher on the surface of the river, which was rising. Up it came,
swift and silent, for twenty feet, till the huge cakes rubbed
softly against the crest of the bank. The tail of the island,
being lower, was overrun. Then, without effort, the white flood
started down-stream. But the sound increased with the momentum,
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