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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: me her eyes looking up into mine as her head lay back on my
shoulder.
"Why?" she moaned. "In the name of Heaven above us, why?" I
had no time for answer; my lips were locked tightly together as I
sought the step below with a foot that had no feeling even for the
stone. We were nearly to the bottom; we reached it.
I placed Desiree on her feet.
"Can you stand?" I gasped; and the words were torn from my
throat with a great effort.
"But you!" she cried, and I saw that her eyes were filled with
horror. No doubt I was a pitiful thing to look at.
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