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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: was leaning against me, her head on my breast. I could feel
her press closer to me, and one hand stroked my arm in a weak
caress; but she didn't say anything, nor were words necessary.
After a few minutes' more rest, we started on again upon our
utterly hopeless way; but I soon realized that I was weakening
rapidly, and presently I was forced to admit that I was through.
"It's no use, Ajor," I said, "I've come as far as I can. It may
be that if I sleep, I can go on again after," but I knew that
that was not true, and that the end was near. "Yes, sleep,"
said Ajor. "We will sleep together--forever."
She crept close to me as I lay on the hard floor and pillowed
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