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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: and cool, flashing in the morning sun, rested her eyes
a moment and then faded in a twinkling. They had
leaped the chasm beyond Grant's Tomb, plunged into
Broadway and before she could get her bearings, swept
up the hill at One Hundred and Fifty-fifth Street,
slipped gracefully across the iron bridge and in a
jiffy were lost in a gray cloud of dust on the Boston
Turnpike.
When the first intoxicating joy of speed had spent
itself, she found herself shuddering at the daring
turns he made, missing a curb by a hair's breadth--
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