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| 18 | 495 | She went to a View more quotes about piece">piece of tent canvas, which, casually, loosely, was thrown over some object. |
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| 18 | 492 | "How is this?" asked Ivar. |
| 18 | 493 | "Recollect you, my Jarl," asked Olga, "the golden girl, she with ringed ears, from the south, who lost in the assessments of beauty to Gunnhild?" "Well do I do so," responded Ivar, licking his lips. |
| 18 | 494 | "Behold," laughed Olga. |
| 18 | 495 | She went to a piece of tent canvas, which, casually, loosely, was thrown over some object. |
| 18 | 496 | She threw it back. |
| 18 | 497 | Lying in the dirt, her legs drawn up, her wrists tied behind her back, was the deliciously bodied little wench, dark-haired, in gold silk, now dirtied and torn, in golden collar, and gold earrings, who had exchanged words with Ivar's wool-kirtled wenches at the Thing. |
| 18 | 498 | She was the trained girl, the southern silk girl. |