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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: treasure. He was sleeping on it. She had feared this,
but felt sure that the whiskey he had drunk would hold
him in its stupor until late next morning.
She crouched low and fixed the light's ray slowly
on the bag that her hand might not err the slightest in
its touch. She laid her bony fingers on it with a
slow, imperceptible movement, held them there a moment
and moved the bag the slightest bit to test the
sleeper's wakefulness. To her surprise he stirred
instantly.
"What'ell!" he growled sleepily.
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