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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: listening eagerly to the click of the sweeps in the rowlocks. In
her mind's eye she could see the straining naked forms of black men
bending rhythmically to the work, and somewhere on that strange
deck she knew was the inevitable master-man, conning the vessel in
to its anchorage, peering at the dim tree-line of the shore,
judging the deceitful night-distances, feeling on his cheek the
first fans of the land breeze that was even then beginning to blow,
weighing, thinking, measuring, gauging the score or more of ever-
shifting forces, through which, by which, and in spite of which he
directed the steady equilibrium of his course. She knew it because
she loved it, and she was alive to it as only a sailor could be.
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