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| 11 | 1055 | "Like us!" I whirled to View more quotes about face">face them on the straw, my back against the bars. |
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| 11 | 1052 | How I hated that proud woman, and her band! Let them be slaves! Let them be slaves! "Poor Verna," said Ute. |
| 11 | 1053 | Inge was silent. |
| 11 | 1054 | "Let her be a slave!" I cried. |
| 11 | 1055 | "Like us!" I whirled to face them on the straw, my back against the bars. |
| 11 | 1056 | "Let her be a slave like us!" I cried. |
| 11 | 1057 | Ute and Inge watched me. |
| 11 | 1058 | I turned about again, grasping the bars, filled with a sense of triumph, with vindictive victory. |