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| 3 | 12 | He View more quotes about pulled">pulled his sand veil, yellow, from his dark face, down about his throat. |
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| 3 | 9 | For ten days had we trained, for ten Gorean hours a day. |
| 3 | 10 | Of the past forty passages eight had been divided, no blood adjudged drawn. |
| 3 | 11 | In thirty-two I had been adjudged victorious, nineteen times to the death cut. |
| 3 | 12 | He pulled his sand veil, yellow, from his dark face, down about his throat. |
| 3 | 13 | He thrust his burnoose back further over his shoulders. |
| 3 | 14 | He was Harif, said to be the finest blade in Tor. |
| 3 | 15 | "Bring salt," he said to the judge. |