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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: moss of the ancient sea bottom. As I regained my full senses
I found his weapon piercing my left breast, but only through
the flesh and muscles which cover my ribs, entering near
the center of my chest and coming out below the shoulder.
As I had lunged I had turned so that his sword merely
passed beneath the muscles, inflicting a painful but not
dangerous wound.
Removing the blade from my body I also regained my
own, and turning my back upon his ugly carcass, I moved,
sick, sore, and disgusted, toward the chariots which bore my
retinue and my belongings. A murmur of Martian applause
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