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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: coming from Wetzel, meant so much. Nell bowed her head sadly. Jim turned away
biting his lip. Christy looked across the valley. Colonel Zane bent over and
picked up some pebbles which he threw hard at the cabin wall. Jonathan Zane
abruptly left the group, and went into the house.
But the colonel's sister fixed her large, black eyes on Wetzel's face.
"Well?" she asked, and her voice rang.
Wetzel was silent for a moment. He met here eyes with that old, inscrutable
smile in his own. A slight shade flitted across his face.
"Betty, I missed him," he said, calmly, and, shouldering his long rifle, he
strode away.
Nell and Jim walked along the bluff above the river. Twilight was deepening.
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