The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: straps; for the phantom hands of ten thousand forbears drew tight
the buckles, just so as they squared her jaw and set her eyes with
determination. She, Molly Travis, intended to shame these
Britishers; they, the innumerable shades, were asserting the
dominance of the common race.
The men-folk did not interfere. Once Dick suggested that she take
his oilskins, as her mackintosh was worth no more than paper in
such a storm. But she sniffed her independence so sharply that he
communed with his pipe till she tied the flaps on the outside and
slushed away on the flooded trail.
"Think she'll make it?" Dick's face belied the indifference of
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