| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 1219 | On it, View more quotes about dark">dark and wet, moist in its fibers, were the marks of dew. |
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| 13 | 1216 | I tossed her the tunic. |
| 13 | 1217 | She knelt, holding it. |
| 13 | 1218 | It was tiny, in her hands. |
| 13 | 1219 | On it, dark and wet, moist in its fibers, were the marks of dew. |
| 13 | 1220 | She clutched the tunic, looking at me. |
| 13 | 1221 | She did not draw it on. |
| 13 | 1222 | "I am no longer a virgin, Master," she said. |