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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: his hand before his face, while the banths, he knew,
could see quite well, though absence of light were utter.
No other sounds came to his ears than the dismal, bloodthirsty
moanings of the beast ahead and the beast behind.
The tunnel had led straight, from where he had entered
it beneath the side of the rock furthest from the
unscaleable cliffs, toward the mighty barrier that had
baffled him so long.
Now it was running almost level, and presently he
noted a gradual ascent.
The beast behind him was gaining upon him, crowding him
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
