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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: my stallion. It looked for a moment as though my last hope was
blasted; but presently their fright, if fright it was, passed,
and they resumed grazing again a hundred yards farther on.
This time there was no bush within fifty feet of them, and I
was at a loss as to how to get within safe roping-distance.
Anywhere under forty feet I am an excellent roper, at fifty
feet I am fair; but over that I knew it would be a matter of
luck if I succeeded in getting my noose about that beautiful
arched neck.
As I stood debating the question in my mind, I was almost upon
the point of making the attempt at the long throw. I had
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