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| 37 | 413 | I hoisted View more quotes about myself">myself out of the pit, screaming and cursing, waving my arms. |
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| 37 | 410 | I heard her cry out with misery. |
| 37 | 411 | I thrust my head and shoulders from the pit and saw her, on her belly, in the grass, her right leg stretched out, almost straight, behind her, the tether tight on it. |
| 37 | 412 | She had tried to run. |
| 37 | 413 | I hoisted myself out of the pit, screaming and cursing, waving my arms. |
| 37 | 414 | The quarry, startled at my unexpected appearance, veered away, passing within feet of me, the great shadow suddenly between me and the sun, and then the sun again blazed on the late-summer grass, tumultuous and whipped, twisted, by the passage of the quarry. |
| 37 | 415 | The sweat on my face felt cold, from the wind which had rushed past. |
| 37 | 416 | "On your feet," I said. |