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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: hate to vouch for this.
Well, to get back to my narrative; we kept on dropping
slowly toward the surface the while we bucked the west wind,
clawing away from thirty as fast as we could. I was on the
bridge, and as we dropped from the brilliant sunlight into
the dense vapor of clouds and on down through them to the
wild, dark storm strata beneath, it seemed that my spirits
dropped with the falling ship, and the buoyancy of hope ran
low in sympathy.
The waves were running to tremendous heights, and the
Coldwater was not designed to meet such waves head on. Her
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