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| 59 | 145 | We were being driven from the chute by hot irons. |
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| 59 | 142 | I could not View more quotes about hold">hold my place, I was thrust forward. |
| 59 | 143 | "Please, Master," I heard, "do not touch me again with the hot iron!" Some of the irons, held in the heavily gloved hands of the men, had glowed redly, dully, and others had been white with heat. |
| 59 | 144 | I heard another cry of pain. |
| 59 | 145 | We were being driven from the chute by hot irons. |
| 59 | 146 | I was pressed forward. |
| 59 | 147 | I almost lost my footing. |
| 59 | 148 | Then I cried out with fear, for one of the men was outside the chute, to the side, close, carrying one of the glowing irons. |