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| 12 | 330 | In her cage, manacled, View more quotes about verna">Verna still stood proudly. |
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| 12 | 327 | I was angry. |
| 12 | 328 | I wished that I might have had a stick or switch. |
| 12 | 329 | How I would have beaten Verna! I was not afraid of her! I would have beaten her well, as she deserved! How I hated Verna! Her cart was now moving away, drawn by the small, horned tharlarion. |
| 12 | 330 | In her cage, manacled, Verna still stood proudly. |
| 12 | 331 | Her head was still in the air, her body straight, her gaze level and fixed. |
| 12 | 332 | She gave no sign that she had noticed either those who had so rudely assailed her, or those who had protected her from them. |
| 12 | 333 | How arrogant and superior she seemed! How I hated her, and hated her! A spear butt struck at the wood of the wagon, near where we peeped out. |