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| 54 | 47 | "Your View more quotes about eyes">eyes," he said, "are beautiful, the gray, tinged with blue, the sky awakening in the early morning. |
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| 54 | 44 | In seeing you I am reconciled to myself". |
| 54 | 45 | Eve regarded him, wide-eyed. |
| 54 | 46 | "My eyes," she said, "my hands, my voice". |
| 54 | 47 | "Your eyes," he said, "are beautiful, the gray, tinged with blue, the sky awakening in the early morning. |
| 54 | 48 | Your hands are lovely. |
| 54 | 49 | What matters it if you have five fingers and not six? Five is natural for you, as for many fine forms of life. |
| 54 | 50 | Cannot five fingers hold, grasp, caress, and touch as well as six? Your voice is soft, and not harsh; it can utter Kur, and make human sounds, as well. |