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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: like scars, while the stern features were in no way softened by
hints of sympathy or humor. Under prominent bushy brows the eyes
shone cold and gray. The cheekbones, high and forbidding, were
undermined by deep hollows. The chin and jaw displayed a
steadiness of purpose which the narrow forehead advertised as
single, and, if needs be, pitiless. Everything was harsh, the
nose, the lips, the voice, the lines about the mouth. It was the
face of one who communed much with himself, unused to seeking
counsel from the world; the face of one who wrestled oft of nights
with angels, and rose to face the day with shut lips that no man
might know. He was narrow but deep; and Fortune, his own humanity
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