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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: of the sport. The result was something appalling--to the
gink from Twelfth Street.
Before he knew whether his shot had killed Billy his gun
had been wrenched from his hand and flung across the street;
he was down on the granite with a hand as hard as the paving
block scrambling his facial attractions beyond hope of
recall.
By this time Patrolman Lasky had staggered to his feet,
and most opportunely at that, for the man whom Billy had
dazed with the club was recovering. Lasky promptly put
him to sleep with the butt of the gun that he had been unable
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