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| 8 | 314 | "It is the clever, View more quotes about beautiful">beautiful slave who eluded us last night in our sport," said his fellow. |
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| 8 | 311 | "What slave is this?" asked one. |
| 8 | 312 | He was Bran Loort, leader of the peasant boys, a rugged youth verging into his manhood. |
| 8 | 313 | He had in him, said some, the makings of a caste leader. |
| 8 | 314 | "It is the clever, beautiful slave who eluded us last night in our sport," said his fellow. |
| 8 | 315 | "So it is," acknowledged Bran Loort. |
| 8 | 316 | "It is said," said the one, "she has been given to Thurnus". |
| 8 | 317 | "Then," said Bran Loort, "she will be in the village". |