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| 22 | 231 | He stretched out his View more quotes about hand">hand toward the bird and I lifted him, carrying him to the side of the inert, winged beast. |
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| 22 | 228 | "The tarn?" he asked. |
| 22 | 229 | "Green Ubar is dead," I told him. |
| 22 | 230 | Mip closed his eyes and between the pressed eyelids there were tears. |
| 22 | 231 | He stretched out his hand toward the bird and I lifted him, carrying him to the side of the inert, winged beast. |
| 22 | 232 | He put his arms about the neck of the dead bird, laying his cheek against that fierce, whitish-yellow beak, and he wept. |
| 22 | 233 | We stood back. |
| 22 | 234 | After a time the crossbowman, who stood beside me, spoke to Mip. |