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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: my pile of rocks. Slowly the beast came to his three good
feet. He stretched himself, lowered his head, and lapped
water from the drinking-shell at his side, turned and
looked at me, and then hobbled off toward the cliffs.
Thrice he traversed the entire extent of our prison,
seeking, I imagine, a loop-hole for escape, but finding
none he returned in my direction. Slowly he came quite
close to me, sniffed at my shoes, my puttees, my hands,
and then limped off a few feet and lay down again.
Now that he was able to get around, I was a little un-
certain as to the wisdom of my impulsive mercy.
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