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| 14 | 211 | I View more quotes about thrust">thrust the last bush, spreading and thick, of thorn brush into place. |
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| 14 | 208 | "Do not be grateful to me, Slaves," said I. |
| 14 | 209 | "I am saving you for tomorrow, when, in the performance of my will, you will face dangers greater than those of sleen and panthers". |
| 14 | 210 | The gratitude in their eyes was transformed to fear. |
| 14 | 211 | I thrust the last bush, spreading and thick, of thorn brush into place. |
| 14 | 212 | Then, not bidding them farewell, I turned and disappeared among the shadows and trees. |
| 14 | 213 | * * * * On the branch of the tree, high, in the darkness, crouching, I saw the man of Tyros, with his leather glove, reach to the handle of the slave iron, protruding from the brazier. |
| 14 | 214 | By this time the moons were high. |