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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: was no worse, for now he could at least move more
rapidly than on foot.
But even this meagre satisfaction was soon to be denied
him, for presently the flier commenced to sag toward
the port and by the bow. The damage to the buoyancy
tanks had evidently been more grievous than he had at
first believed.
All the balance of that long day Carthoris crawled
erratically through the still air, the bow of the flier
sinking lower and lower, and the list to port becoming more
and more alarming, until at last, near dark, he was floating
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