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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: the aurora borealis, the quicksilver showed itself frozen hard in
the bulb of the thermometer which hung outside the door. A
thousand dogs, in pitiful chorus, wailed their ancient wrongs and
claimed mercy from the unheeding stars. Not a breath of air was
moving. For them there was no shelter from the cold, no shrewd
crawling to leeward in snug nooks. The frost was everywhere, and
they lay in the open, ever and anon stretching their trail-
stiffened muscles and lifting the long wolf-howl.
They did not talk at first, the man and the woman. While the maid
helped Freda off with her wraps, Floyd Vanderlip replenished the
fire; and by the time the maid had withdrawn to an inner room, his
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