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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: but presently the last of the city's inhabitants had sought
shelter from the weird marksmanship of the green men,
and no further sign of life was visible beyond the wall.
Then Carthoris, keeping within the shelter of the
trees that fringed the plain, began circling the rear of the
besiegers' line, hoping against hope that somewhere he
would obtain sight of Thuvia of Ptarth, for even now he
could not believe that she was dead.
That he was not discovered was a miracle, for mounted warriors
were constantly riding back and forth from the camp into the forest;
but the long day wore on and still he continued his seemingly
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