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| 5 | 18 | I blinked, gruel upon my View more quotes about face">face, its particles like wet, unmelting snow on my eye lashes. |
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| 5 | 15 | He then threw my head forward again, over the wooden rim of the trough, and pushed my face down again, deeply, submerging it, to the ears, in the gruel. |
| 5 | 16 | Again I struggled to get as much as I could into my mouth. |
| 5 | 17 | Then his hand had left my hair and I lifted my head from the moist substance. |
| 5 | 18 | I blinked, gruel upon my face, its particles like wet, unmelting snow on my eye lashes. |
| 5 | 19 | He had gone further down the line. |
| 5 | 20 | I struggled to swallow what I had in my mouth. |
| 5 | 21 | I pulled a little, weakly, at the light, lovely manacles which confined my wrists behind my back. |