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| 7 | 223 | View more quotes about phoebe">Phoebe stood on her tiptoes, clinging to Marcus' arm, her slim, lovely body very straight. |
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| 7 | 220 | More than one triumph in a Gorean city has been spoiled by the bolt of an assassin. |
| 7 | 221 | "I see him!" I said to Marcus. |
| 7 | 222 | "Yes," he said. |
| 7 | 223 | Phoebe stood on her tiptoes, clinging to Marcus' arm, her slim, lovely body very straight. |
| 7 | 224 | She craned her neck. |
| 7 | 225 | She could still see, I thought, very little. |
| 7 | 226 | The close-fitting steel collar was lovely on her throat. |