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| 6 | 135 | "Tal," I said, View more quotes about quietly">quietly, that I might not startle her too much, lifting my arm in gentle salute. |
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| 6 | 132 | Her head was down. |
| 6 | 133 | She was clad in Robes of Concealment, but their texture and color were a far cry from the glorious vanities often expressed in such garments, the silken purples, yellows and scarlets that the Gorean maiden delighted in; the robes were of coarse brown cloth, tattered and caked with dirt. |
| 6 | 134 | Everything about her bespoke misery and dejection. |
| 6 | 135 | "Tal," I said, quietly, that I might not startle her too much, lifting my arm in gentle salute. |
| 6 | 136 | She had not known of my presence, and yet she did not seem much surprised. |
| 6 | 137 | This was a moment she had apparently expected for many days, and now it had come. |
| 6 | 138 | Her head lifted and her eyes, fine gray eyes, dulled with sorrow and perhaps hunger, regarded me. |