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| 1 | 118 | View more quotes about sitting">Sitting in the sleeping bag, I waited for the fire to rise a bit. |
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| 1 | 115 | Somewhere, deep in whatever I am, I knew that and had known it from the beginning. |
| 1 | 116 | Almost as if dreaming, yet with vivid clarity, I inched partly out of my sleeping bag. |
| 1 | 117 | I rolled over and threw some wood on the fire and reached for the envelope. |
| 1 | 118 | Sitting in the sleeping bag, I waited for the fire to rise a bit. |
| 1 | 119 | Then I carefully placed my right thumb on the impression in the envelope, pressing down firmly. |
| 1 | 120 | It answered to my touch, as I had expected it to, as I had feared it would. |
| 1 | 121 | Perhaps only one man could open that envelope—he whose print fitted the strange lock, he whose name was Tarl Cabot. |