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| 3 | 45 | His View more quotes about feet">feet were bare, and black to the ankles. |
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| 3 | 42 | His eyes were almost covered with a white, shaggy, inverted bowl of hair, matted with twigs and leaves. |
| 3 | 43 | The whiskers had been scraped from his face, probably by the blade of the broad, double-headed wood ax bound on top of the bundle. |
| 3 | 44 | He wore the short, tattered sleeveless robe of his trade, with its leather back and shoulders. |
| 3 | 45 | His feet were bare, and black to the ankles. |
| 3 | 46 | I stepped into the road before him. |
| 3 | 47 | "Tal," I said, lifting my right arm, palm inward, in a common Gorean greeting. |
| 3 | 48 | The shaggy creature, broad, powerful, monstrous in the proud deformation of his craft, stood before me, his feet planted firmly on the road. |