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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: astir; brutal, merciless, savage beyond all control. A sort of
obsession seized upon her at the near approach of battle, a frenzy
of action that was checked by nothing--that was insensible to all
restraint. At times it was impossible for him to make her hear
him, or when she heard to understand what he was saying. Her
vision contracted. It was evident that she could not see
distinctly. Wilbur could no longer conceive of her as a woman of
the days of civilization. She was lapsing back to the eighth
century again--to the Vikings, the sea-wolves, the Berserkers.
"Now you're going to talk," she cried to Hoang, as the bound
Chinaman sat upon the beach, leaning his back against the great
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