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| 12 | 138 | He pointed one View more quotes about long">long, jointed foreleg at the Muls. |
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| 12 | 135 | "I will not tell you," he said. |
| 12 | 136 | "It is growing late," said Misk, "and the Matok, if he is to remain in the Nest, must be processed". |
| 12 | 137 | "Yes," said Sarm, but he seemed in no hurry to conclude his gloating. |
| 12 | 138 | He pointed one long, jointed foreleg at the Muls. |
| 12 | 139 | "Gaze upon them with awe, Matok," said he, "for they are the product of Priest-Kings and the most perfect specimens of your race ever to exist". |
| 12 | 140 | I wondered about what Misk meant by 'processing' but Sarm's words irritated me, as did the two grave, handsome fellows who had so spontaneously groveled before his dais. |
| 12 | 141 | "How is that?" I asked. |