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| 3 | 238 | He View more quotes about pressed">pressed the piece of gold into my hand and turned away, stumbling from me, reaching out with his right hand to guide himself along the wall. |
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| 3 | 235 | I turned again to the Player, but he was now standing there in the street, seeming somehow alone, though I stood at his side. |
| 3 | 236 | "You are of the Assassins?" he asked. |
| 3 | 237 | "Yes," I said, "it is my caste". |
| 3 | 238 | He pressed the piece of gold into my hand and turned away, stumbling from me, reaching out with his right hand to guide himself along the wall. |
| 3 | 239 | "Wait!" I cried. |
| 3 | 240 | "You have won this! Take it!" I ran to him. |
| 3 | 241 | "No!" he cried, striking out wildly with a hand, trying to force me away. |