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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: trained to a life of action, wherein a ten mile walk behind a plow, or a cord
of wood chopped in a day, were trifles. Alfred lost in the foot-race and the
sackrace, but by dint of exerting himself to the limit of his strength, he did
manage to take one fall out of the best wrestler. He was content to stop here,
and, throwing himself on the grass, endeavored to recover his breath. He felt
happier today than for some time past. Twice during the afternoon he had met
Betty's eyes and the look he encountered there made his heart stir with a
strange feeling of fear and hope. While he was ruminating on what had happened
between Betty and himself he allowed his eyes to wander from one person to
another. When his gaze alighted on Wetzel it became riveted there. The
hunter's attitude struck him as singular. Wetzel had his face half turned
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