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| 6 | 43 | She View more quotes about gave">gave a little cry as Kamchak jerked the shoes from about her neck. |
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| 6 | 40 | It was now, of course, torn and soiled. |
| 6 | 41 | Yet she was not an unpleasing wench to look on, slim, well-ankled, lithe. |
| 6 | 42 | On the Gorean block she would bring a good price. |
| 6 | 43 | She gave a little cry as Kamchak jerked the shoes from about her neck. |
| 6 | 44 | He threw them to me. |
| 6 | 45 | They were orange, of finely tooled leather, with a buckle. |
| 6 | 46 | They had heels, a bit more than an inch high. |