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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: the fighting smile of his Virginian sire.
And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found
her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of
this other smile--the smile that she would never see again.
With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of
silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath
the east windows, burying her face in her arms.
In the corridor outside her prison-room two men had
paused in heated argument.
"I tell you again, Astok," one was saying, "that I shall
not do this thing unless you be present in the room."
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
