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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: there she hung, utterly powerless. Maddened, writhing, she tore
to release herself. All she could accomplish was to twist
herself, raise herself high enough to see his face. That almost
paralyzed her. Did he mean to kill her? Then he wrapped his
arms around her and crushed her tighter, closer to him. She felt
the pound of his heart; her own seemed to have frozen. Then he
pressed his burning lips to hers. It was a long, terrible kiss.
She felt him shake.
"Oh, Stewart! I--implore--you--let--me--go!" she whispered.
His white face loomed over hers. She closed her eyes. He rained
kisses upon her face, but no more upon her mouth. On her closed
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