| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 67 | One of them View more quotes about carried">carried a large pitcher of the diluted Ka-la-na wine and stepped behind us, climbing the two steps to the broad wooden dais on which our tables were set. |
| 6 | 68 | She bent over my left shoulder woodenly, her body stiff. |
| 6 | 69 | "Wine, Master?" she asked. |
| 6 | 70 | "She-sleen," hissed Ho-Tu. |
| 6 | 71 | "How is it that you first serve wine to a strange man at the table of your master?" "Forgive Lana," said she, tears springing to her eyes. |
| 6 | 72 | "You belong in the iron pens," said Ho-Tu. |
| 6 | 73 | "He frightens me," she wept. |