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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: Princess, who still stood mutely gazing at me without
sign of recognition.
"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy
to harass me in my misery?"
"I am a friend," I answered, "a once cherished friend."
"No friend of Helium's princess wears that metal," she replied,
"and yet the voice! I have heard it before; it is not--it
cannot be--no, for he is dead."
"It is, though, my Princess, none other than John Carter,"
I said. "Do you not recognize, even through paint and
strange metal, the heart of your chieftain?"
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