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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: fine body, in the proportioned tallness of her spars.
Whatever her age and her history, she had pre-
served the stamp of her origin. She was one of
those craft that, in virtue of their design and com-
plete finish, will never look old. Amongst her com-
panions moored to the bank, and all bigger than
herself, she looked like a creature of high breed--
an Arab steed in a string of cart-horses.
A voice behind me said in a nasty equivocal tone:
"I hope you are satisfied with her, Captain." I
did not even turn my head. It was the master of
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