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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: had done and for its possible consequences.
"Release me." Her voice was level--frigid.
The man muttered incoherently and drew her roughly toward him.
"Release me!" she repeated sharply, "or I call the guard,
and the Prince of Dusar knows what that will mean."
Quickly he threw his right arm about her shoulders and
strove to draw her face to his lips. With a little cry
she struck him full in the mouth with the massive bracelets
that circled her free arm.
"Calot!" she exclaimed, and then: "The guard! The guard!
Hasten in protection of the Princess of Ptarth!"
Thuvia, Maid of Mars | 
