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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the world.
At her hip hung a hunting knife. Her rifle was still in its boot
at her pony's withers. Her revolver she had not brought.
The kid was still bleating as Meriem started rapidly in its
direction, which she knew was straight toward a certain water
hole which had once been famous as a rendezvous for lions.
Of late there had been no evidence of carnivora in the neighborhood
of this drinking place; but Meriem was positive that the bleating
of the kid was due to the presence of either lion or panther.
But she would soon know, for she was rapidly approaching
the terrified animal. She wondered as she hastened onward that
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