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| 11 | 148 | View more quotes about again">Again I glimpsed the lusciousness of her curves, her collar, her bare feet. |
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| 11 | 145 | She was barefoot. |
| 11 | 146 | The stones struck together again, and again I saw her, kneeling over a bit of moss, tinder, which she was intent upon igniting. |
| 11 | 147 | She had dark hair, short but full, which fell about her face. |
| 11 | 148 | Again I glimpsed the lusciousness of her curves, her collar, her bare feet. |
| 11 | 149 | Had I been a slaver I thought surely I would have marked her down for inclusion on a cargo manifest. |
| 11 | 150 | Then she had the bit of moss lit and, into it, she placed a straw. |
| 11 | 151 | This straw, burning then at one end, served to light the wick of a small, clay oil lamp. |