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| 27 | 137 | View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps they would be too distant, too abstract, for him. |
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| 27 | 134 | Could an arrow, or the quarrel of a crossbow, not be sped between the bars, into my heart, even here in the pen? I lay back, frightened, holding the blanket about me. |
| 27 | 135 | Such a missile, of course, might be as easily launched from the brush at the side of a road, as I might be walking beside a tharlarion, my neck in a chain, running to a master's stirrup. |
| 27 | 136 | But I wondered if such things would suffice for his vengeance. |
| 27 | 137 | Perhaps they would be too distant, too abstract, for him. |
| 27 | 138 | I dug down a little more into the sand, until I could feel the bars of the cage floor. |
| 27 | 139 | I thought of Pietro Vacchi. |
| 27 | 140 | How well he handled a woman! How well he had mastered me! I remembered that on the road a "gentlewoman," one from Ar, had been mentioned. |