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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: so I think," she replied. "Why not, since the strength of the
draught never changes and there is nothing to wear it except the
air?"
Somehow the vision of this huge stone, first loosed and set in
motion by heaven knows what agency, travelling from aeon to aeon
up and down that shaft in obedience to some law I did not
understand, impressed my imagination like a nightmare. Indeed I
often dream of it to this day.
I looked about me. We were in some cavernous place that could
be but dimly seen, for here the light that flowed down the shaft
from the upper caves where it was mysteriously created, scarcely
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