| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 160 | I View more quotes about pressed">pressed on through the streets. |
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| 3 | 157 | I threw back the burnoose, unsheathed the scimitar. |
| 3 | 158 | I waited. |
| 3 | 159 | I heard nothing more. |
| 3 | 160 | I pressed on through the streets. |
| 3 | 161 | No more did I hear a step behind me. |
| 3 | 162 | I looked back, the streets were dark. |
| 3 | 163 | I think I was not more than a half pasang from my compartment when, approaching an opened gate, some forty yards ahead, lit by torches in walls, I stopped. |