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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: breast, fled precipitately through the jungle. Aroused
by attack, or supported by the presence of another of
his kind, Chulk could have braved the presence of a
score of human beings, but alone--ah, that was a
different matter--alone, and unenraged.
It was some time after Mugambi awoke that he missed the
pouch. Instantly he was all excitement. What could
have become of it? It had been at his side when he lay
down to sleep--of that he was certain, for had he not
pushed it from beneath him when its bulging bulk,
pressing against his ribs, caused him discomfort? Yes,
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