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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: trouble. George flung himself on his bed. What a relief to feel it was all
over! He lay there with eves shut for hours, as it seemed. After a time Dave
came in. George leaped to his feet and saw his friend stumbling over a chair.
Somehow, Dave did not look as usual. He seemed changed, or shrunken, and his
face wore a discomfited, miserable expression.
"Well?" cried George, sharply. Even to his highly excited imagination this did
not seem the proper condition for a victorious lover.
"She refused--refused me," faltered Dave. "She was very sweet and kind; said
something about being my sister--I don't remember just what--but she wouldn't
have me."
"What did you say to her?" whispered George, a paralyzing hope almost
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