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| 3 | 23 | "Here!" View more quotes about cried">cried the driver, laughing, throwing pieces of bread from a sack to one and then another of the women. |
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| 3 | 20 | "We beg food!" "We are hungry!" "Please!" "Feed us, please!" "Please!" I looked at their faces. |
| 3 | 21 | On the whole they seemed to be simple, plain women, peasant women, and peasant lasses. |
| 3 | 22 | One or two of them, I thought, might be suitable for the collar. |
| 3 | 23 | "Here!" cried the driver, laughing, throwing pieces of bread from a sack to one and then another of the women. |
| 3 | 24 | The first piece of bread he threw to the woman who had been the first to unhood and face-strip herself, perhaps thereby rewarding her for her intelligence. |
| 3 | 25 | He then threw pieces to certain others of the women, generally to those who were the prettiest and begged the hardest. |
| 3 | 26 | Sometimes, not unoften, these pieces of bread were torn away from the prettier, more feminine women by their brawnier, huskier, more masculine fellows. |