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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: so that it bore me to Aaanthor instead of to Ptarth.
That is all. You believe me?"
"But the warriors who stole me from the garden!" she
exclaimed. "After we arrived at Aaanthor they wore the
metal of the Prince of Helium. When they took me they
were trapped in Dusarian harness. There seemed but a
single explanation. Whoever dared the outrage wished
to put the onus upon another, should he be detected in
the act; but once safely away from Ptarth he felt safe in
having his minions return to their own harness."
"You believe that I did this thing, Thuvia?" he asked.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
