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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells: and saw a smile upon his sun-tanned face. He smiled
in return--perhaps a little artificially. "A little
strange at first," he shouted before he recalled his
dignity. But he dared not look down again for some
time. He stared over the aeronaut's head to where a
rim of vague blue horizon crept up the sky. For a
little while he could' not banish the thought of possible
accidents from his mind. Throb, throb, throb--beat;
suppose some trivial screw went wrong in that
supporting engine! Suppose--! He made a grim
effort to dismiss all such suppositions. After a while
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