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| 21 | 142 | "View more quotes about good">Good day, Master," smiled Targo, bowing as well as he could from the waist, hastily taking account of the unlikely stranger who stood before him. |
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| 21 | 139 | His body had been recently oiled, and I gathered he may have been washed in his tent but moments ago, a pleasure of which caravan masters are fond at the end of a day's hot, dusty trek. |
| 21 | 140 | His hair, long and black beneath the band of blue and yellow silk, was combed and glossy. |
| 21 | 141 | It reminded me of the groomed, shining pelt of a pet urt. |
| 21 | 142 | "Good day, Master," smiled Targo, bowing as well as he could from the waist, hastily taking account of the unlikely stranger who stood before him. |
| 21 | 143 | Then he turned to the man who watched the irons. |
| 21 | 144 | His voice was now sharp and unpleasant. |
| 21 | 145 | "What's going on here?" The grizzled fellow pointed to me. |