| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 451 | "Cos! Centius! Cos! Centius!" I had lost fourteen View more quotes about hundred">hundred tarns of gold. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 448 | The tides of emotion must take their course. |
| 4 | 449 | Centius of Cos held, clutched, in his hand, the yellow Home Stone. |
| 4 | 450 | He looked about in the crowd, on the stage, as though he sought someone, but there was only the crowd, surgent and roiling in its excitement and revels. |
| 4 | 451 | "Cos! Centius! Cos! Centius!" I had lost fourteen hundred tarns of gold. |
| 4 | 452 | Yet I did not regret the loss nor did it disturb me in the least. |
| 4 | 453 | Who would not cheerfully trade a dozen such fortunes to witness one such game. |
| 4 | 454 | "Centius! Cos! Centius! Cos!" I had, in my own lifetime, seen Centius of Cos and Scormus of Ar play. |