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| 10 | 476 | View more quotes about tarsk">Tarsk seized the length of chain in his right fist, about a foot from her fetter. |
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| 10 | 473 | "Make her kick well," said the Forkbeard. |
| 10 | 474 | "Yes, my Jarl!" he cried. |
| 10 | 475 | "My Jarl!" wept Thyri. |
| 10 | 476 | Tarsk seized the length of chain in his right fist, about a foot from her fetter. |
| 10 | 477 | He jerked it. |
| 10 | 478 | The fetter was large on her wrist, but she could not slip it. |
| 10 | 479 | She was held. |