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| 14 | 68 | I turned to View more quotes about face">face him. |
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| 14 | 65 | Then the great yellow beak, hooked for rending prey, now belted shut, turned curiously, slowly, toward me. |
| 14 | 66 | The man in wrist straps, the burly fellow who had so delighted in striking me, he with the band of gray cloth wound about his forehead, approached me, his whip lifted. |
| 14 | 67 | "Get away from there," he cried. |
| 14 | 68 | I turned to face him. |
| 14 | 69 | "I am not now a yoked slave," I said. |
| 14 | 70 | "You confront a warrior". |
| 14 | 71 | His hand tightened on the whip. |