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| 8 | 310 | It was two peasant boys. |
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| 8 | 307 | In the View more quotes about street">street of the village, I stopped. |
| 8 | 308 | Feet stood before me. |
| 8 | 309 | I looked up, miserable, in the dust, the rope hanging from my neck. |
| 8 | 310 | It was two peasant boys. |
| 8 | 311 | "What slave is this?" asked one. |
| 8 | 312 | He was Bran Loort, leader of the peasant boys, a rugged youth verging into his manhood. |
| 8 | 313 | He had in him, said some, the makings of a caste leader. |