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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 may be seen nowhere save in woman's eyes. Her sled-dogs
clustered about her in hirsute masses, and the leader, Wolf Fang,
laid his long snout softly in her lap.
"If I do win?" Harrington pressed.
She looked from dog to lover and back again.
"What you say, Wolf Fang? If him strong mans and file the
papaire, shall we his wife become? Eh? What you say?"
Wolf Fang picked up his ears and growled at Harrington.
"It is vaire cold," she suddenly added with feminine irrelevance,
rising to her feet and straightening out the team.
Her lover looked on stolidly. She had kept him guessing from the
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