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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Then he turned to Carthoris, but ever his gaze wandered
to the perfect lines of Thuvia's glorious figure, which the
harness of a Barsoomian princess accentuated rather
than concealed.
"Who are you," he asked, "who knows not the etiquette
of the court of the last of jeddaks?"
"I am Carthoris, Prince of Helium," replied the Heliumite.
"And this is Thuvia, Princess of Ptarth. In the
courts of our fathers men do not prostrate themselves
before royalty. Not since the First Born tore their
immortal goddess limb from limb have men crawled upon
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