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| 3 | 167 | I held his View more quotes about hand">hand for a moment and he held mine, and I felt his grip, and smiled, for I knew then, blinded and branded, weak and old, he was yet a man. |
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| 3 | 164 | The Player turned his head toward me, lifting the scarred remains of his eyes, as though he might see. |
| 3 | 165 | Every nerve in that old face seemed strained, as though trying to understand what might lie there beyond him in the darkness that was his world, save for the memory of the movement of pieces on a checkered board. |
| 3 | 166 | He put out his hand over the board, and I grasped it, firmly. |
| 3 | 167 | I held his hand for a moment and he held mine, and I felt his grip, and smiled, for I knew then, blinded and branded, weak and old, he was yet a man. |
| 3 | 168 | He released my hand and sat back, cross-legged, his back straight as that of a Ubar, a smile playing across the corners of his mouth. |
| 3 | 169 | The sightless eyes seemed to gleam. |
| 3 | 170 | "Second Tarnsman," said he, "to Ubar's Builder Nine". |