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| 5 | 20 | "View more quotes about hold">Hold!" said the woman, lifting her small, white-gloved hand as the cart drew near to me. |
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| 5 | 17 | An officer, a bearded fellow with a plumed cap, perhaps the captain of the mercenary company, rode beside this cart. |
| 5 | 18 | On a curule chair, fixed on the high cart, under a silken canopy, proud and graceful, bedecked with finery, garbed in the ornate Robes of Concealment, veiled, sat a woman. |
| 5 | 19 | Chained by the neck to the side of the cart, clad in rags, was a red youth. |
| 5 | 20 | "Hold!" said the woman, lifting her small, white-gloved hand as the cart drew near to me. |
| 5 | 21 | "Hold!" called the officer, turning his kaiila and lifting his hand. |
| 5 | 22 | "Hold! Hold!" called other officers. |
| 5 | 23 | The lines stopped. |