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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Thuvia of Ptarth saw only strangers--warriors in the
harness of Dusar. Now she took fright, but too late!
Before she could voice but a single cry, rough hands
seized her. A heavy silken scarf was wound about her
head. She was lifted in strong arms and borne to the deck
of the flier. There was the sudden whirl of propellers, the
rushing of air against her body, and, from far beneath the
shouting and the challenge from the guard.
Racing toward the south another flier sped toward Helium.
In its cabin a tall red man bent over the soft sole of an
upturned sandal. With delicate instruments he measured
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