| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 338 | "My patience grows short with you, El-in-or," he said. |
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| 15 | 335 | I put View more quotes about down">down my head. |
| 15 | 336 | "You are not to lie again in this camp," said Rask of Treve. |
| 15 | 337 | "No, Master," I whispered. |
| 15 | 338 | "My patience grows short with you, El-in-or," he said. |
| 15 | 339 | "Yes, Master," I whispered. |
| 15 | 340 | "I know little of such work," said Verna, "but are you not in danger of scorching the garment which you are ironing?" I hastily drew away the iron, placing it on the fire-heated plate. |
| 15 | 341 | Fortunately the garment was not marked, else Ute, discovering it, might have punished me. |