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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: appear again. They had fetched bottom.
Lute looked about her. She stood alone on the world. Her lover was gone. There
was naught to show of his existence, save the marks of Comanche's hoofs on the
road and of his body where it had slid over the brink.
"Chris!" she called once, and twice; but she called hopelessly.
Out of the depths, on the windless air, arose only the murmur of bees and of
running water
"Chris!" she called yet a third time, and sank slowly down in the dust of the
road.
She felt the touch of Dolly's muzzle on her arm, and she leaned her head
against the mare's neck and waited. She knew not why she waited, nor for what,
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