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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: door, and of going back up the hill, wroth at heart for the
indignity which had been put upon her. "Who was this woman that
she should refuse to see her?" she asked herself. One would think
it the other way around, and she herself but a dancing girl denied
at the door of the wife of a captain. As it was, she knew, had
Freda come up the hill to her,--no matter what the errand,--she
would have made her welcome at her fire, and they would have sat
there as two women, and talked, merely as two women. She had
overstepped convention and lowered herself, but she had thought it
different with the women down in the town. And she was ashamed
that she had laid herself open to such dishonor, and her thoughts
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