| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 283 | It was unwilling to surrender it. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 280 | "View more quotes about weapons">Weapons!" cried the Forkbeard. |
| 7 | 281 | "Kur! Kur!" I heard men cry. |
| 7 | 282 | The beast stood there, blinking, bent over the body. |
| 7 | 283 | It was unwilling to surrender it. |
| 7 | 284 | Its fur was sable, mottled with white. |
| 7 | 285 | Its ears, large, pointed and wide, were laid back flat against its head. |
| 7 | 286 | It was perhaps seven feet tall and weighed four or five hundred pounds. |