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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: temporary safety. The sides of the cavern were a veritable maze of
boulders, sloping ledges, and narrow crevices. Nature here
scarcely seemed to have known what to do with herself.
I seated myself on a bit of projecting limestone, still wet
and shivering. I had no boots nor trousers; my feet were bruised
and swollen, and my flannel shirt and woolen underwear were but
scanty protection against the chill air, damp as they were. Also,
I seemed to feel a cold draft circling about me, and was convinced
of the fact by the flickering flames in the golden urns.
Desolate, indeed, for I gave Harry up as lost. The thought
generated no particular feeling in me; death, by force of contrast,
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