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| 22 | 285 | He closed his View more quotes about fist">fist and pressed it against the stones of the dark street. |
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| 22 | 282 | It shook. |
| 22 | 283 | "At one time," he said, "I could strike a thousand blows, to the accuracy of a hair, I could thrust a thousand times, within the circle of half a hort, but now—now, see what has become of me". |
| 22 | 284 | His hand, shaking, then fell. |
| 22 | 285 | He closed his fist and pressed it against the stones of the dark street. |
| 22 | 286 | He wept. |
| 22 | 287 | "Policrates could have killed me in the tavern," he said. |
| 22 | 288 | "He knew my weakness. |