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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: throwing his arms supportingly about the girl.
In her terror her own hands clasped about the man's neck.
Her cheek was close to his. Death, unseen and of unknown form,
seemed close upon them, and because unseen and unknowable
infinitely more terrifying.
"Courage, my princess," he whispered.
She looked up into his face to see smiling lips above hers
and brave eyes, untouched by terror, drinking deeply of her own.
Then the floor sagged and tilted more swiftly. There was a
sudden slipping rush as they were precipitated toward the aperture.
Jav's screams rose weird and horrible in their ears,
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
