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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the rapidity of an express train.
Korak lay where he could see the whole frightful tragedy.
The cold sweat broke out upon his body. His heart seemed to
have stopped its beating. Meriem might reach the trees before
Tantor overtook her, but even her agility would not carry her
beyond the reach of that relentless trunk--she would be dragged
down and tossed. Korak could picture the whole frightful scene.
Then Tantor would follow her up, goring the frail, little body
with his relentless tusks, or trampling it into an unrecognizable
mass beneath his ponderous feet.
He was almost upon her now. Korak wanted to close his eyes,
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