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| 32 | 52 | The View more quotes about girl">girl rose to her feet and went to Kliomenes. |
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| 32 | 49 | I knew her now, of course, as Florence, who was, or had been, the slave of Miles of Vonda. |
| 32 | 50 | To be sure, she was delicious loot. |
| 32 | 51 | "You may do obeisance, my dear," said Kliomenes. |
| 32 | 52 | The girl rose to her feet and went to Kliomenes. |
| 32 | 53 | She knelt before him, on the dais, and put her head down. |
| 32 | 54 | Gently, softly, she licked and kissed his feet. |
| 32 | 55 | She then rose again to her feet, backed away, and then, on the tiles, again knelt. |