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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Master Key by L. Frank Baum: eyes to catch a glimpse of the band of warriors he had passed, but
they were moving slowly and had not yet appeared.
The trees that sheltered Rob were the only ones without the city,
although many low bushes or shrubs grew scattering over the space
between him and the walls. An arched gateway broke the enclosure at
his left, but the gates were tightly shut.
Something in the stillness and the intense heat of the mid-day sun
made the boy drowsy. He stretched himself upon the ground beneath the
dense foliage of the biggest tree and abandoned himself to the languor
that was creeping over him.
"I'll wait until that army of the desert arrives," he thought,
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