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| 13 | 71 | One of the View more quotes about skin">skin-clad animals approached Cabot, unarmed, and put his hand gently on Cabot's arm. |
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| 13 | 68 | Cabot spun about, not releasing his hold, to fend other blows, the jabbing of the sharpened sticks, but none of the others approached. |
| 13 | 69 | Cabot exerted further pressure, but did not snap the spinal cord. |
| 13 | 70 | His foe uttered angry noises, but there was nothing that suggested a call for quarter, a plea of mercy, even an emanation of fear. |
| 13 | 71 | One of the skin-clad animals approached Cabot, unarmed, and put his hand gently on Cabot's arm. |
| 13 | 72 | They can kill me, thought Cabot. |
| 13 | 73 | What does it matter? He then released his hold and his foe, dazed, shaking his head, sank to his knees amongst the leaves. |
| 13 | 74 | Cabot saw the women exchanging wild glances, and three or four edged yet more closely forward. |