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| 17 | 69 | He had View more quotes about cared">cared for flowers, but had not dared to reveal this. |
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| 17 | 66 | "Speak to me of yourself," he said. |
| 17 | 67 | I told him of my childhood, my girlhood, and my parents, and the pet my mother had poisoned, and of New York, and my world, and my capture, and my life before it had begun, before he had seen me naked in the cell of the Koroban pens. |
| 17 | 68 | And, too, in various nights, he had spoken to me of himself, and of the death of his parents, and of his training as a boy in Treve, and his learning of the ways of tarns and of the steel of weapons. |
| 17 | 69 | He had cared for flowers, but had not dared to reveal this. |
| 17 | 70 | It seemed so strange, he, such a man, caring for flowers. |
| 17 | 71 | I kissed him. |
| 17 | 72 | But I feared, that he had told me this. |