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| 15 | 278 | "Up with your burdens, my View more quotes about pretty">pretty beasts!" called Grunt. |
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| 15 | 275 | "Good," said Grunt. |
| 15 | 276 | I wondered why Grunt had administered so little, if any, of this form of instruction to his coffled properties. |
| 15 | 277 | Surely he could see, as well as any other, their desirability and beauty. |
| 15 | 278 | "Up with your burdens, my pretty beasts!" called Grunt. |
| 15 | 279 | "Do you think you are fed for nothing? Do you think we can dawdle here all day! No! We must march!" "What do you think the Fleer was doing here?" I asked. |
| 15 | 280 | "He was probably left behind to kill survivors," said Grunt. |
| 15 | 281 | "We are, of course, in Fleer country," I said. |