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| 26 | 209 | View more quotes about miles">Miles of Vonda, sword ready, advanced a step. |
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| 26 | 206 | Miles of Vonda, angry, stood there, his sword drawn. |
| 26 | 207 | Behind him, frightened, in her brief gray slave tunic, stood his lovely slave, Florence. |
| 26 | 208 | I stepped away from Krondar, and backed up a step. |
| 26 | 209 | Miles of Vonda, sword ready, advanced a step. |
| 26 | 210 | "In the tavern," said Miles of Vonda, "was it not you who accosted my slave?" "I spoke with her," I said. |
| 26 | 211 | "Draw your weapon," said he. |
| 26 | 212 | "Do you not know me?" I asked. |