Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 134 | It was the signature of my father, Matthew View more quotes about cabot">Cabot, who had disappeared when I was an infant. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 131 | The signature at the bottom was not in the old script, but might have been done in modern cursive English. |
| 1 | 132 | I had seen the signature once or twice before, on some letters my aunt had saved. |
| 1 | 133 | I knew the signature, though I could not remember the man. |
| 1 | 134 | It was the signature of my father, Matthew Cabot, who had disappeared when I was an infant. |
| 1 | 135 | I was dizzy, unsettled. |
| 1 | 136 | It seemed my vision reeled; I couldn't move. |
| 1 | 137 | Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father. |
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The signature at the bottom was not in the old script, but might have been done in modern cursive English.
I had seen the signature once or twice before, on some letters my aunt had saved.
I knew the signature, though I could not remember the man.
It was the signature of my father, Matthew Cabot, who had disappeared when I was an infant.
I was dizzy, unsettled.
It seemed my vision reeled; I couldn't move.
Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)