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| 2 | 15 | He View more quotes about held">held in his hand, drawn forth from his pouch, a bit of cloth. |
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| 2 | 12 | We could hear the sounds of the camp about us. |
| 2 | 13 | "It is only that we do not have the stink of incense here," smiled Marcus. |
| 2 | 14 | "Do you know what this is?" he asked Phoebe. |
| 2 | 15 | He held in his hand, drawn forth from his pouch, a bit of cloth. |
| 2 | 16 | "I am not certain," she said, timidly, hopefully, "Master". |
| 2 | 17 | Her eyes lit up. |
| 2 | 18 | I smiled. |