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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: have been unable to utter it; but the worst of it was that he knew
nothing at all against the man. That was the confounded part of
it, and sometimes he was so baffled and overwrought by his feelings
that he assumed a super-judicial calm and assured himself that his
dislike of Tudor was a matter of unsubstantial prejudice and
jealousy.
Outwardly, he maintained a calm and smiling aspect. The work of
the plantation went on. The Martha and the Flibberty-Gibbet came
and went, as did all the miscellany of coasting craft that dropped
in to wait for a breeze and have a gossip, a drink or two, and a
game of billiards. Satan kept the compound free of niggers.
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