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| 8 | 180 | I View more quotes about cried">cried out with pain, struck by a supple, barkless branch, a child's makeshift switch. |
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| 8 | 177 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" I heard, a sing-song, mocking chanting of children. |
| 8 | 178 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" Small stones, stinging, one after another, apparently from almost at my elbow, were hurled against me, and, from the disturbance in the coffle, the rattle of chain, and cries of surprise and pain, I knew I was not the only victim of this petty aggression. |
| 8 | 179 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" they mocked, running beside us, now on each side. |
| 8 | 180 | I cried out with pain, struck by a supple, barkless branch, a child's makeshift switch. |
| 8 | 181 | I heard the sound of such implements strike elsewhere, as well. |
| 8 | 182 | "Please, no, Masters!" cried out more than one member of the coffle. |
| 8 | 183 | They had addressed the word 'Masters' to children! Then I realized the children were doubtless free persons. |