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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells: through the ribs of the machine. Looking sideways,
there was nothing very startling in what he saw
--a rapid funicular railway might have given the same
sensations. He recognised the Council House and the
Highgate Ridge. And then he looked straight down
between his feet.
For a moment physical terror possessed him, a
passionate sense of insecurity. He held tight. For a
second or so he could not lift his eyes. Some hundred
feet or more sheer below him was one of the big
windvanes of south-west London, and beyond it the
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