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| 63 | 87 | View more quotes about aktis">Aktis was aboard the Dorna, drawing an oar. |
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| 63 | 84 | "More than that," smiled Clitus. |
| 63 | 85 | "Yes," said Thurnock. |
| 63 | 86 | "He is a friend". |
| 63 | 87 | Aktis was aboard the Dorna, drawing an oar. |
| 63 | 88 | In the unlit, low-ceilinged hold of the Dorna, on the damp sand used as ballast, stripped, her ankles chained to parted rings, lay his slave, Sylvia, former dancer at The Living Island. |
| 63 | 89 | The last I had heard, she had learned to lick and kiss a whip well, even begging, in the darkness and on the damp sand, to be permitted to do so. |
| 63 | 90 | After leaving the Cove of Harpalos, Tab was to lay a course for Chios and disembark Aktis and his slave on the coast near the ashes of Nicosia. |