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| 14 | 305 | "Die, View more quotes about sleen">Sleen!" he cried, tearing himself upward, out of the vines, the right hand dripping with water, the sun flashing on the wet blade in its grasp. |
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| 14 | 302 | The hand extended to me, that it might grasp mine was his left hand. |
| 14 | 303 | His right hand was under the water. |
| 14 | 304 | Seremides, former master of the Taurentians, was right-handed. |
| 14 | 305 | "Die, Sleen!" he cried, tearing himself upward, out of the vines, the right hand dripping with water, the sun flashing on the wet blade in its grasp. |
| 14 | 306 | I had not given him my hand. |
| 14 | 307 | I had kept back, a little. |
| 14 | 308 | That meant he must close the gap between us, must move toward me, and this, in the water, given the absence of footing, the presence of the foliage, could not be easily done. |