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| 19 | 1441 | Her View more quotes about small">small arms moved, at the yoke, pulling. |
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| 19 | 1438 | The girl, at the crest of the hill, had thrown her head back, to the sky. |
| 19 | 1439 | We could not hear her, of course, but she must have cried out, or sobbed, with misery and frustration. |
| 19 | 1440 | Her shoulders shook. |
| 19 | 1441 | Her small arms moved, at the yoke, pulling. |
| 19 | 1442 | But she could not, of course, free them, fastened as they were in place, by her wrists, widely separated, at opposite ends of the yoke, thonged back against the wood. |
| 19 | 1443 | "Her needs are still much upon her," said Marcus. |
| 19 | 1444 | "Apparently," I said. |