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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: which he kept his gold dust. That sack, with its glittering
yellow treasure, was at once the chief delight and the chief bane
of his existence. Heaven and hell lay within its slender mouth.
In the nature of things, there being no privacy to his one-roomed
dwelling, he was tortured by a constant fear of theft. It would
be very easy for these bearded, desperate-looking strangers to
make away with it. Often he dreamed that such was the case, and
awoke in the grip of nightmare. A select number of these robbers
haunted him through his dreams, and he came to know them quite
well, especially the bronzed leader with the gash on his right
cheek. This fellow was the most persistent of the lot, and,
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