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| 34 | 271 | "You View more quotes about feed">feed like a starving she-sleen," said Cabot, "or a hungry slave". |
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| 34 | 268 | "Is this the way a young lady with pretensions to station and position, even to membership in the British aristocracy, dines?" asked Cabot. |
| 34 | 269 | She pulled wildly, miserably, helplessly, at her bonds, but was helpless in them. |
| 34 | 270 | And then she snatched again, and again, desperately, at the meat held out for her. |
| 34 | 271 | "You feed like a starving she-sleen," said Cabot, "or a hungry slave". |
| 34 | 272 | She did not respond to him, but seized ever more desperately, and piteously, at the food held out for her. |
| 34 | 273 | "Did you save the feathers of the lake bird?" asked Cabot of Lord Grendel. |
| 34 | 274 | "Not really," said Lord Grendel, wiping his jaws with a massive, haired forearm, "but they are about. |