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| 12 | 150 | "What," View more quotes about cried">cried a merry young voice, insolent and good-natured, "could a wench like you know of fools, of the Caste of Singers, of Poets?" Linna sprang to her feet. |
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| 12 | 147 | "So you think he will fear to enter the city?" I asked. |
| 12 | 148 | "Yes," said she, "he will not enter the city. |
| 12 | 149 | He is not a fool". |
| 12 | 150 | "What," cried a merry young voice, insolent and good-natured, "could a wench like you know of fools, of the Caste of Singers, of Poets?" Linna sprang to her feet. |
| 12 | 151 | Through the door of the dungeon a yoked figure was thrust by the butt ends of two spears. |
| 12 | 152 | He stumbled through the entire room before he struck the wall with the yoke. |
| 12 | 153 | He managed to turn the yoke and slide down the wall to a seated position. |