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| 18 | 120 | A trickle of View more quotes about water">water from above moved down the sides of the stones. |
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| 18 | 117 | "Pull!" I cried, and the hundred slaves in the long room began to draw on the chains. |
| 18 | 118 | My hands bled on the grating, the blood falling back in my upturned face, but I would not release the bars. |
| 18 | 119 | "Pull!" I cried. |
| 18 | 120 | A trickle of water from above moved down the sides of the stones. |
| 18 | 121 | The valve was opening. |
| 18 | 122 | "Pull!" I cried again. |
| 18 | 123 | Suddenly the grating sprang free, and I and it fell clattering with a rattle of chains and metal to the floor. |