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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: He felt her little form tremble in his arms, and a faint
sigh breathed from her lips.
They were upon the highroad now, but he did not
put her down. A mist was before his eyes, and he could
have crushed her to him and smothered those warm
lips with his own. Slowly his face inclined toward hers,
closer and closer his iron muscles pressed her to him,
and then, clear cut and distinct before his eyes, he
saw the corpse of the Outlaw of Torn swinging by the
neck from the arm of a wooden gibbet, and beside it
knelt a woman gowned in rich cloth of gold and many
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