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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "No, I'm not angry at you." His voice was cold because he dared
not trust himself to let his tenderness creep into it.
"I haven't done anything that I ought not to? Perhaps you think
it wasn't--wasn't nice to--to come here with you."
"I don't think anything of the kind," his hard voice answered. "I
think you're a prince, if you want to know."
She smiled a little wanly, trying to coax him back into
friendliness. "Then if I'm a prince you must be a princess," she
teased.
"I meant a prince of good fellows" "Oh!" She could be stiff, too,
if it came to that.
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