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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: never had fallen upon my ears before.
We looked in the direction from which it came. The smile
had died from Delcarte's lips. Even at the distance we were
from him I saw his face go suddenly white, and he quickly
threw his rifle to his shoulder. At the same moment the
thing that had given tongue to the cry moved from the
concealing brushwood far enough for us, too, to see it.
Both Taylor and Snider gave little gasps of astonishment and
dismay.
"What is it, sir?" asked the latter.
The creature stood about the height of a tall man's waist,
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