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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: chamber, illy lighted, and the floor of which was completely
covered by venomous snakes and loathsome reptiles.
To have attempted to cross that floor would have been to court
instant death, and for a moment I was almost completely discouraged.
Then it occurred to me that Thurid and Matai Shang with their party
must have crossed it, and so there was a way.
Had it not been for the fortunate accident by which I overheard
even so small a portion of the therns' conversation we should
have blundered at least a step or two into that wriggling
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