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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: living in a maze of terror. Her movements had almost become mechanical. She
had almost ceased to hear and feel. But the light in the eyes of this dying
boy brought her back to the horrible reality of the present.
"Oh, Harry! Harry! Harry!" was all Betty could whisper.
"I'm goin', Betty. And I wanted--you to say a little prayer for me--and say
good-bye to me," he panted.
Betty knelt by the bench and tried to pray.
"I hated to run, Betty, but I waited and waited and nobody came, and the
Injuns was getting' in. They'll find dead Injuns in piles out there. I was
shootin' fer you, Betty, and even time I aimed I thought of you."
The lad rambled on, his voice growing weaker and weaker and finally ceasing.
Betty Zane | 
