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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: way of one who gropes for strange words in an alien tongue. "I
think better you go way, no come no more. Eh? What you think? I
have one man. I Indian girl. You 'Merican woman. You good to
see. You find plenty men. Your eyes blue like the sky. Your
skin so white, so soft."
Coolly she thrust out a brown forefinger and pressed the soft
cheek of the other woman. And to the eternal credit of Karen
Sayther, she never flinched. Pierre hesitated and half stepped
forward; but she motioned him away, though her heart welled to him
with secret gratitude. "It's all right, Pierre," she said.
"Please go away."
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