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| 49 | 174 | "But admire the fine View more quotes about robes">robes, surely, the shimmering white, the gloss of the gold," said Decius Albus, smiling. |
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| 49 | 171 | "At least," said Kurik, "he does not have the dagger fixed upon his brow". |
| 49 | 172 | "Not now," said he who had been introduced as Marcellus of Ar, almost a hiss. |
| 49 | 173 | "Such as he," said Kurik, "like the vart, is a creature of the night". |
| 49 | 174 | "But admire the fine robes, surely, the shimmering white, the gloss of the gold," said Decius Albus, smiling. |
| 49 | 175 | "True colors," said Kurik, "are those that clothe the heart". |
| 49 | 176 | "I gather you may have met," said Decius Albus. |
| 49 | 177 | "Tyrtaios," said Kurik, "one of my few acquaintances from the black caste". |