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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: speaking. It was so still that I heard the silken rustle of paper as he
rolled a cigarette. Moments that seemed long as years passed, with my
muscles clamped as in a vise. If only I had lain down upon my back! But
there I was, half raised on my elbow, in a most awkward and uncomfortable
position. I tried not to mind the tingling in my arm, but to think of
Hiram, of Jim, of my mustang. But presently I could not think of anything
except the certainty that I would soon lose control of my muscles and fall
over.
The tingling changed to a painful vibration, and perspiration stung my
face. The strain became unbearable. All of a sudden something seemed to
break within me, and my muscles began to ripple and shake. I had no power
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