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| 30 | 215 | I View more quotes about looked">looked at Beverly, the slave, standing on the tiles, barefoot, in the bit of silk, almost naked. |
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| 30 | 212 | I tried to resist the caresses of the slave girls. |
| 30 | 213 | "Could you ever yield to one such as he?" asked Policrates. |
| 30 | 214 | "Never," she said. |
| 30 | 215 | I looked at Beverly, the slave, standing on the tiles, barefoot, in the bit of silk, almost naked. |
| 30 | 216 | The collar was very beautiful on her throat, and her dark hair, loose and soft, as a slave's hair is commonly worn, was soft and lovely about her shoulders. |
| 30 | 217 | I almost gasped at the sight of her beauty, the lineaments of her face, and the exquisite curves of her body. |
| 30 | 218 | I recalled, long ago, how we had met in a restaurant on Earth, and she had desired to speak intimately to me, of fears and dreams, and matters which troubled her. |