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The whole thing occurred in a moment--so quickly that I had no time to realize it.
Evidently his mission was to protect me only, I thought, but when we reached the edge of the city he suddenly sprang before me, uttering strange sounds and baring his ugly and ferocious tusks.
The next ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of delirium.
"Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low."
