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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the great white man who battled like some demigod of old in
the close, dark, evil warren of the daimio.
She shot a side glance at the man. He was wonderful! The
fire of battle had transformed him. No longer was he the
sullen, sulky, hulking brute she had first known upon the
Halfmoon. Instead, huge, muscular, alert, he towered above
his pygmy antagonists, his gray eyes gleaming, a half-smile
upon his strong lips.
She saw the long sword, wielded awkwardly in his unaccustomed
hands, beat down the weapons of his skilled foemen by
the very ferocity of its hurtling attack. She saw it pass through
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