| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 43 | 444 | They feed, and sing, and feed, and sing". |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 43 | 441 | "View more quotes about surely">Surely the tiara on your brow," said Cabot, "makes it clear you were favored by Lord Agamemnon". |
| 43 | 442 | "Take it off, take it off!" she cried. |
| 43 | 443 | "To be sure," said Cabot, "it seems a pity to think of that pretty little body disfigured and mangled, burned with irons, torn by hooks, coated with honey, and then put out, alive, staked out naked, helplessly, for the delectation of flocks of tiny, carnivorous song birds. |
| 43 | 444 | They feed, and sing, and feed, and sing". |
| 43 | 445 | "Protect me, Lord Grendel!" she cried. |
| 43 | 446 | "I am now Lord Grendel," he observed. |
| 43 | 447 | "Of course, Lord Grendel!" she exclaimed. |