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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: surprise, and looking up at Joe, she was dumb. Usually the girl was ready with
sharp or saucy words and impulsive in her movements; but now the bewilderment
of being kissed, particularly within view of the trader's wife, confused her.
Then she heard voices, and as Joe turned away with a smile on his face, the
unusual warmth in her heart was followed by an angry throbbing.
Joe's tall figure stood out distinctly as he leisurely strolled toward the
incoming wagon-train without looking backward. Flashing after him a glance
that boded wordy trouble in the future, she ran into the cabin.
As she entered the door it seemed certain the grizzled frontiersman sitting on
the bench outside had grinned knowingly at her, and winked as if to say he
would keep her secret. Mrs. Wentz, the fur-trader's wife, was seated by the
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