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| 15 | 168 | I View more quotes about continued">continued on my way, treading narrow valleys between mountains of sacks, narrow aisles separating cliffs of boxes. |
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| 15 | 165 | The moons were down. |
| 15 | 166 | I cried out in misery. |
| 15 | 167 | A sleen, snarling, leapt toward me, but was stopped by its chain. |
| 15 | 168 | I continued on my way, treading narrow valleys between mountains of sacks, narrow aisles separating cliffs of boxes. |
| 15 | 169 | "Where are you going, little lady?" called a fellow from above me. |
| 15 | 170 | He was standing on boxes, carrying a box. |
| 15 | 171 | I had not even seen him. |