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| 24 | 150 | View more quotes about slowly">Slowly, numbly, the beauty slipped to her knees before me. |
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| 24 | 147 | She looked up into my eyes. |
| 24 | 148 | "Oh, Tarl," she wept. |
| 24 | 149 | "Can you ever forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?" "Kneel," I told her. |
| 24 | 150 | Slowly, numbly, the beauty slipped to her knees before me. |
| 24 | 151 | "Tarl?" she said. |
| 24 | 152 | I drew from my garment a rag. |
| 24 | 153 | It was thin, brief, tattered, much torn; it was cheap rep-cloth, brown and coarse; it was stained with dirt, with grease. |