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| 3 | 4 | "Yes," he cried, "I deserve it!" Back went the View more quotes about head">head into the robes. |
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| 3 | 1 | The Tarn "Ho!" cried Torm, that most improbable member of the Caste of Scribes, throwing his blue robes over his head as though he could not bear to see the light of day. |
| 3 | 2 | Out of the robes then popped the sandy-haired head of the scribe, his pale blue eyes twinkling on each side of that sharp needle of a nose. |
| 3 | 3 | He looked me over. |
| 3 | 4 | "Yes," he cried, "I deserve it!" Back went the head into the robes. |
| 3 | 5 | Muffled, his voice reached me. |
| 3 | 6 | "Why must I, an idiot, be always afflicted with idiots?" Out came the head. |
| 3 | 7 | "Have I nothing better to do? Have I not a thousand scrolls gathering dust on my shelves, unread, unstudied?" "I don't know," I said. |