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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: had he saved Goodson's property? No, that wouldn't do--he hadn't
any. His life? That is it! Of course. Why, he might have thought
of it before. This time he was on the right track, sure. His
imagination-mill was hard at work in a minute, now.
Thereafter, during a stretch of two exhausting hours, he was busy
saving Goodson's life. He saved it in all kinds of difficult and
perilous ways. In every case he got it saved satisfactorily up to a
certain point; then, just as he was beginning to get well persuaded
that it had really happened, a troublesome detail would turn up
which made the whole thing impossible. As in the matter of
drowning, for instance. In that case he had swum out and tugged
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