| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 3 | The bow of the rence View more quotes about craft">craft, still dry, nosed through reeds. |
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| 5 | 67 | Toward morning, somehow, I fell asleep. |
| 6 | 1 | Forward One of the men behind me, with the paddle, cursed. |
| 6 | 2 | Our knees were in water. |
| 6 | 3 | The bow of the rence craft, still dry, nosed through reeds. |
| 6 | 4 | Other craft, too, were about. |
| 6 | 5 | "Surely we must be upon the sleen of Cos by now!" wept a man. |
| 6 | 6 | "Hold!" called a voice, ahead. |