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Page 258
hand was ; and Scarecrow , being now just as much in the dark as Shakejoint and Nightmare , could not at once meet either of their hands , in order to put the eye into it . Thus ( as you will see , with half an eye , my wise little ...
hand was ; and Scarecrow , being now just as much in the dark as Shakejoint and Nightmare , could not at once meet either of their hands , in order to put the eye into it . Thus ( as you will see , with half an eye , my wise little ...
Page 282
This day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hand ; and I will smite thee , and take thine head from thee ; and I ... that the Lord saveth not with sword and spear : for the battle is the Lord's , and He will give you into our hands .
This day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hand ; and I will smite thee , and take thine head from thee ; and I ... that the Lord saveth not with sword and spear : for the battle is the Lord's , and He will give you into our hands .
Page 294
Grant me this , that I may have this task alone , I and my little band of men . I know that the terrible monster despises weapons , and therefore I shall bear neither sword , nor shield , nor buckler . Hand to hand I will fight the foe ...
Grant me this , that I may have this task alone , I and my little band of men . I know that the terrible monster despises weapons , and therefore I shall bear neither sword , nor shield , nor buckler . Hand to hand I will fight the foe ...
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