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| 2 | 17 | The peddler View more quotes about pressed">pressed the fruit into his hands and hurried on, not meeting his eyes. |
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| 2 | 14 | A woman carrying a market basket moved to one side, watching him, that she might not touch him, holding a child to her. |
| 2 | 15 | A peasant moved away that the shadow of the Assassin might not fall across his own. |
| 2 | 16 | Kuurus pointed to a fruit on a flat-topped wagon with wooden wheels, drawn by a small four-legged, horned tharlarion. |
| 2 | 17 | The peddler pressed the fruit into his hands and hurried on, not meeting his eyes. |
| 2 | 18 | Her back against the bricks of a tower near the gate, a slender, slim-ankled slave girl stood, watching him. |
| 2 | 19 | Her eyes were frightened. |
| 2 | 20 | Kuurus was apparently the first of the Caste of Assassins she had seen. |