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| 12 | 555 | I View more quotes about thrust">thrust down the mattress and the coverlets, twisted as they were, and knelt on them, and pounded them, in frustration, in futile rage. |
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| 12 | 552 | They were even torn at the knuckles. |
| 12 | 553 | And my knuckles within them, and the sides of my fists within them, hurt, from my pounding on the sides, the floor and ceiling of the palanquin. |
| 12 | 554 | It turned again, and continued to move. |
| 12 | 555 | I thrust down the mattress and the coverlets, twisted as they were, and knelt on them, and pounded them, in frustration, in futile rage. |
| 12 | 556 | I then, exhausted and miserable, threw myself to my stomach upon them, weeping". |
| 12 | 557 | "Go on," I said. |
| 12 | 558 | "I was in an iron box," she said, "being carried away". |