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| 13 | 296 | I View more quotes about felt">felt its sawdust with my finger tips. |
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| 13 | 293 | "Eighteen," said the auctioneer. |
| 13 | 294 | "Nineteen? Do I hear nineteen?" "Nineteen," called a man. |
| 13 | 295 | My tears stained the block. |
| 13 | 296 | I felt its sawdust with my finger tips. |
| 13 | 297 | Its sawdust, too, adhered to my body, held by the sweat. |
| 13 | 298 | The leather of the auctioneer's whip, loosely coiled, was near my back. |
| 13 | 299 | I looked up. |