| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 711 | "Harta!" Did he expect us to View more quotes about understand">understand him? That must be a word in his language. |
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| 4 | 708 | I could not forget the touch of the leather. |
| 4 | 709 | I had succumbed, physiologically, emotionally, to its touch. |
| 4 | 710 | What could that mean? What had become of me? What lay ahead of me? "Harta!" called a man. |
| 4 | 711 | "Harta!" Did he expect us to understand him? That must be a word in his language. |
| 4 | 712 | Certainly it was not one in mine. |
| 4 | 713 | "Harta!" he called. |
| 4 | 714 | How could we possibly know what that meant? There was suddenly, from well behind me, yards back, back down the line, a sharp, cruel crack, almost as clear and terrible, in the narrow corridor, as the report of a rifle. |