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| 3 | 98 | The View more quotes about face">face of the Paravaci, rich with its terrible furrowed scars, contorted with rage. |
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| 3 | 95 | "Slay me!" he laughed. |
| 3 | 96 | I looked at him steadily. |
| 3 | 97 | "They are probably false stones," I said, "amber droplets, the pearls of the Vosk sorp, the polished shell of the Tamber clam, glass colored and cut in Ar for trade with ignorant southern peoples". |
| 3 | 98 | The face of the Paravaci, rich with its terrible furrowed scars, contorted with rage. |
| 3 | 99 | He tore the necklace from his throat and flung it to my feet. |
| 3 | 100 | "Regard the worth of those stones!" he cried. |
| 3 | 101 | I fished the necklace from the dust with the point of my spear and regarded it in the sun. |