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| 18 | 406 | I saw that he was not View more quotes about actually">actually an old man, though his hair was white. |
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| 18 | 403 | The slumped figure, that of a small man, naked, white-haired, stinking, skeletal, haggard, covered with sores, awakening, cried out in misery, whimpering. |
| 18 | 404 | He crawled to his knees, squinting against the torch, trying to shelter his eyes with manacled clawlike hands from the sudden, fierce, painful blaze of fire that his world must have then been for him. |
| 18 | 405 | "Who are you?" he whispered. |
| 18 | 406 | I saw that he was not actually an old man, though his hair was white. |
| 18 | 407 | One ear had been partly bitten away. |
| 18 | 408 | The white hair was long, white, yellowish. |
| 18 | 409 | "My name is Kuurus," said I, speaking to him from the light of the torch. |