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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: mighty tusks, trumpeting and roaring in his rage, and at last,
convinced that no slightest spark of life remained in the crushed
and lacerated flesh, he lifted the shapeless clay that had been
Sven Malbihn far aloft and hurled the bloody mass, still
entangled in canopy and hammock, over the boma and out into
the jungle.
Korak stood looking sorrowfully on at the tragedy he gladly
would have averted. He had no love for the Swede, in fact only
hatred; but he would have preserved the man for the sake of the
secret he possessed. Now that secret was gone forever unless
The Sheik could be made to divulge it; but in that possibility
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