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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: water, the gills opening and shutting. He was tired out. A third
time Blix drew him gently to the boat's side. Condy reached out
and down into the water till his very shoulder was wet, hooked two
fingers under the distended gills, and with a long, easy movement
of the arm swung him into the boat.
Their exultation was that of veritable children. Condy whooped
like an Apache, throwing his hat into the air; Blix was hardly
articulate, her hands clasped, her hair in disarray, her eyes
swimming with tears of sheer excitement. They shook each other's
hands; they talked wildly at the same time: they pounded on the
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