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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: four inches of the file portruded from his lips. Moran took this
end and drew it out between the beach-comber's teeth, then pushed
it back slowly.
The hideous rasp of the operation turned Wilbur's blood cold
within him. He looked away--out to sea, down the beach--anywhere,
so that he might not see what was going forward. But the
persistent grind and scrape still assaulted his ears. He turned
about sharply.
"I--I--I'll go down the beach here a ways," he said quickly. "I
can't stand--I'll keep watch to see if the beach-combers come up."
A few minutes later he heard Charlie hailing him.
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