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| 16 | 88 | He then hurled her from him, View more quotes about several">several feet, rolling, jangling, to the dirt, away from the opening in the defile. |
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| 16 | 85 | I do not doubt but what you would sell well". |
| 16 | 86 | She tried to remain perfectly still. |
| 16 | 87 | He then gave her another vigorous shake, and there was another jangle of bells, which must have carried well into the forest. |
| 16 | 88 | He then hurled her from him, several feet, rolling, jangling, to the dirt, away from the opening in the defile. |
| 16 | 89 | She scrambled to her feet and looked wildly about. |
| 16 | 90 | Cabot was between her and the opening. |
| 16 | 91 | She turned about and tried to scramble up the steep sides of the defile, once, twice, three times, and each time, her hands tied behind her, she lost her footing, and slid, or rolled, to the pitlike depression in the bottom of the defile. |