| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 37 | 73 | I had View more quotes about never">never seen an insula in Port Kar, but they might exist somewhere in the city. |
| 37 | 74 | The insulae are essentially tenements, often seven or eight stories high, crowded with dozens of tiny, low-ceilinged, narrow, often-unlit, one-room apartments. |
| 37 | 75 | A peddler pushing a two-wheeled cart, filled with bundles of rags, passed by. |
| 37 | 76 | Too, later, a scribe went past, his kit on its strap over his shoulder. |
| 37 | 77 | He was calling out, in a droning, chanting voice, to see if anyone might wish something read or something written. |
| 37 | 78 | I had passed the entranceway, approaching it, again, and now, having turned about, I had just passed it, again, on my way back toward where Florian and Miles were dawdling about. |
| 37 | 79 | They were not even looking at me. |