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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: closed his eyes, and he could not lift his head. He sat
motionless holding her, blind and helpless, wrapped in a sweet
dark glory. She kissed him--one long endless kiss--or else a
thousand times. Her lips, her wet cheeks, her hair, the
softness, the fragrance of her, the tender clasp of her arms,
the swell of her breast--all these seemed to inclose him.
Duane could not put her from him. He yielded to her lips and
arms, watching her, involuntarily returning her caresses, sure
now of her intent, fascinated by the sweetness of her,
bewildered, almost lost. This was what it was to be loved by a
woman. His years of outlawry had blotted out any boyish love he
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