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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: low over the pommel. The gray walls flashing by him, the whip
of twigs, the rush of wind, the heavy, rapid pound of hoofs,
the violent motion of his horse--these vied in sensation with
the smart of sweat in his eyes, the rack of his wound, the
cold, sick cramp in his stomach. With these also was dull,
raging fury. He had to run when he wanted to fight. It took all
his mind to force back that bitter hate of himself, of his
pursuers, of this race for his useless life.
Suddenly he burst out of a line of mesquite into the road. A
long stretch of lonely road! How fiercely, with hot, strange
joy, he wheeled his horse upon it! Then he was sweeping along,
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