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| 11 | 220 | "What occurs?" said the miller's man, View more quotes about returning">returning to the mill, a bota in hand, presumably filled with water. |
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| 11 | 217 | "Faker, faker!" said the first girl, and then she desisted in her work. |
| 11 | 218 | Her arm, I supposed, was sore or weary. |
| 11 | 219 | I was shuddering at the pole. |
| 11 | 220 | "What occurs?" said the miller's man, returning to the mill, a bota in hand, presumably filled with water. |
| 11 | 221 | "Little, Master," said the first girl. |
| 11 | 222 | "This slacking slave does not even know how to faint". |
| 11 | 223 | "She is on her feet," observed the miller's man. |