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| 77 | 108 | This scratching, this slow scuffling View more quotes about sound">sound, which you so vainly tried to conceal, is as readily detected as the stroke of a broom, the dragging of a rake". |
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| 77 | 105 | The slave, it may be recalled, had faced the gate. |
| 77 | 106 | But in her misery, distracted, sobbing, her head down, scarcely daring to raise her eyes from the dirt, she had not immediately detected the presence of the Kur. |
| 77 | 107 | "No," said Cabot, "your left foot drags in the dirt. |
| 77 | 108 | This scratching, this slow scuffling sound, which you so vainly tried to conceal, is as readily detected as the stroke of a broom, the dragging of a rake". |
| 77 | 109 | "The sleen let me pass," said Flavion. |
| 77 | 110 | "Of course," said Cabot. |
| 77 | 111 | "You were once of this camp, and so you would be admitted, as before". |