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| 67 | 112 | View more quotes about lord">Lord Grendel alone, it seemed, could bear to look upon her. |
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| 67 | 109 | He thought of Lord Pyrrhus, slain in the arena, of Lord Arcesilaus, of the slaver, Peisistratus, of his dear friend, Lord Grendel. |
| 67 | 110 | He thought of the forest humans, of the men of Peisistratus in the pleasure cylinder, of killer humans, bred for arena games, of the ponderous cattle humans, bred for stupidity and meat. |
| 67 | 111 | He thought in sorrow of the beauty of the Lady Bina, and how she was now little more than a broken, torn, hideous, shapeless thing. |
| 67 | 112 | Lord Grendel alone, it seemed, could bear to look upon her. |
| 67 | 113 | He would, as though she were but a child, enfold her in his arms, and whisper to her, and try to comfort her. |
| 67 | 114 | Cabot looked up, quickly. |
| 67 | 115 | The animal was moving through the gate, a large animal, dragging something. |