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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: "I have no right to kiss you any more," he said. And then, before
his desire could break him down from this, he was gone, and she
was alone.
She did not fall, or totter, but stood motionless. And next--it
seemed a moment and it seemed eternity--she heard in the distance
a shot, and then two shots. Out of the window she saw people
beginning to run. At that she turned and fled to her room, and
flung herself face downward upon the floor.
Trampas had departed into solitude from the saloon, leaving
behind him his ULTIMATUM. His loud and public threat was town
knowledge already, would very likely be county knowledge
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