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| 5 | 296 | My View more quotes about master">master slipped behind me. |
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| 5 | 293 | The cry was repeated three times. |
| 5 | 294 | "Quiet is the night," called one of the camp guards, and this call was echoed by the others. |
| 5 | 295 | Again, three times, I heard the cry of the fleer. |
| 5 | 296 | My master slipped behind me. |
| 5 | 297 | He held me, with his left hand. |
| 5 | 298 | I felt, from the side, his knife slip beneath the veils at my face and throat. |
| 5 | 299 | Then the knife's edge, I feeling it, thin, obdurate, pressed at my jugular. |