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| 13 | 365 | "You see, my Jarl," said she, lifting her View more quotes about head">head proudly and pulling her rich, glistening robes some inches down upon her shoulders, "I wear the collar of Ivar Forkbeard". |
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| 13 | 362 | "You need not address me as your Jarl, my dear," said Svein Blue Tooth. |
| 13 | 363 | "I am not your Jarl". |
| 13 | 364 | "But every free man is my Jarl," she said. |
| 13 | 365 | "You see, my Jarl," said she, lifting her head proudly and pulling her rich, glistening robes some inches down upon her shoulders, "I wear the collar of Ivar Forkbeard". |
| 13 | 366 | The collar of black iron, with its heavy hinge, its riveted closure, its projecting ring of iron, for a chain or padlock, showed black, heavy, against the whiteness of her lovely throat. |
| 13 | 367 | "You have dared to collar the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!" cried Bera to Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 13 | 368 | "My master does what he pleases, Lady," said Hilda. |