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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: Comanche's body with the earth. The violence with which he struck forced the
air from his great lungs in an audible groan. His momentum swept him onward
and over the edge. The weight of the rider on his neck turned him over head
first as he pitched to the fall.
She was off her horse, she knew not how, and to the edge. Her lover was out of
the saddle and clear of Comanche, though held to the animal by his right foot,
which was caught in the stirrup. The slope was too steep for them to come to a
stop. Earth and small stones, dislodged by their struggles, were rolling down
with them and before them in a miniature avalanche. She stood very quietly,
holding one hand against her heart and gazing down. But while she saw the real
happening, in her eyes was also the vision of her father dealing the spectral
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