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| 7 | 465 | How much she was his! "View more quotes about tomorrow">Tomorrow," said Marcus, "I would conjecture that Myron will have a triumph". |
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| 7 | 462 | "Yes," I said. |
| 7 | 463 | Phoebe rose to her feet beside her master, clinging to him, pressing herself to him, soft, her head down. |
| 7 | 464 | He nestled her in his arms. |
| 7 | 465 | How much she was his! "Tomorrow," said Marcus, "I would conjecture that Myron will have a triumph". |
| 7 | 466 | "More likely the Ubar of Cos, by proxy," I said. |
| 7 | 467 | "Doubtless its jubilation and pomp will dwarf the celebrations of this morning". |
| 7 | 468 | "Ar will do her best, I am sure, to officially welcome, and express her gratitude to, her liberator, the great Lurius of Jad," I said. |