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| 27 | 47 | One was whittling on a stick. |
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| 27 | 44 | Should I not have View more quotes about hated">hated him? But I wanted his collar, his lash on my flesh, showing he owned me. |
| 27 | 45 | We passed two seeming ruffians, sitting at the side of the street, cross-legged. |
| 27 | 46 | Both perused me, and my master. |
| 27 | 47 | One was whittling on a stick. |
| 27 | 48 | I did not care for their gaze. |
| 27 | 49 | "I think we may be in danger, Master," I said. |
| 27 | 50 | "No," he said. |