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| 52 | 123 | The air View more quotes about seemed">seemed acrid with smoke. |
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| 52 | 120 | "Master!" I wept, my hand imprisoned in his grip. |
| 52 | 121 | We stopped several paces from the gate, and I sank to my knees, gasping for air, on the grass between the stockade gate and the head of the stairway leading down to the river, and he was crouching beside me, his head down, coughing. |
| 52 | 122 | It was he who had chained me there, to whom my keeping had been allotted. |
| 52 | 123 | The air seemed acrid with smoke. |
| 52 | 124 | Behind us the stockade and kennel was aflame. |
| 52 | 125 | I could see across the river, and Shipcamp, too, was aflame. |
| 52 | 126 | There was a crash behind us where, I conjectured, the roof of the kennel had collapsed. |