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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: had left it; but, to her infinite relief and joy, her hand came
at once upon the barrel of the heavy weapon and then upon
the bandoleer of cartridges.
As she threw the latter about her shoulder and felt the weight
of the big game-gun in her hand a sudden sense of security
suffused her. It was with new hope and a feeling almost of
assured success that she again set forward upon her journey.
That night she slept in the crotch of a tree, as Tarzan had
so often told her that he was accustomed to doing, and early
the next morning was upon her way again. Late in the afternoon,
as she was about to cross a little clearing, she was startled
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