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| 11 | 577 | She bent her View more quotes about head">head to my feet and, through the fur of my boots, I felt her lips press against them. |
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| 11 | 574 | Too, the capture knots, those of a warrior, would serve to identify her as mine in the north. |
| 11 | 575 | She looked up at me, frightened, a slave. |
| 11 | 576 | "Kiss my feet," I told her. |
| 11 | 577 | She bent her head to my feet and, through the fur of my boots, I felt her lips press against them. |
| 11 | 578 | She then, timidly, tears in her eyes, lifted her head. |
| 11 | 579 | I put my hands in her hair. |
| 11 | 580 | She must regard me. |