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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: the ground as quickly as any man who ever swung an axe, and he could drink
more whiskey than any man in the valley.
Dan stood at the door with a smile of welcome upon his rugged features and a
handshake and a pleasant word for everyone. His daughter Susan greeted the men
with a little curtsy and kissed the girls upon the cheek. Susan was not
pretty, though she was strong and healthy; her laughing blue eyes assured a
sunny disposition, and she numbered her suitors by the score.
The young people lost no time. Soon the floor was covered with their whirling
forms.
In one corner of the room sat a little dried-up old woman with white hair and
bright dark eyes. This was Grandma Watkins. She was very old, so old that no
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