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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: The quiet stranger vanished.
The arms of the combatants whirled in the air like flails.
The faces of the men, at first flushed to flame-colored anger, now
began to fade to the pallor of warriors in the blood and heat of a
battle. Their lips curled back and stretched tightly over the gums
in ghoul-like grins. Through their white, gripped teeth struggled
hoarse whisperings of oaths. Their eyes glittered with murderous fire.
Each head was huddled between its owner's shoulders, and arms
were swinging with marvelous rapidity. Feet scraped to and fro
with a loud scratching sound upon the sanded floor. Blows left
crimson blotches upon pale skin. The curses of the first quarter
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