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| 12 | 37 | Her View more quotes about hand">hand reached out and touched the silver yoke I wore. |
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| 12 | 34 | We faced each other in the half darkness of the dungeon, not speaking. |
| 12 | 35 | There was no sound in that dark, cold place. |
| 12 | 36 | The shadows of the tiny tharlarion-oil lamp far above flickered on the walls, on the face of the girl. |
| 12 | 37 | Her hand reached out and touched the silver yoke I wore. |
| 12 | 38 | "They are cruel," she said. |
| 12 | 39 | Then, without speaking more, she picked up the bread from the pan, and held it for me. |
| 12 | 40 | I bit two or three voracious mouthfuls of the coarse stuff and chewed it and gulped it down. |