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| 18 | 515 | "How is it that you have dared to View more quotes about strip">strip me!" demanded the girl. |
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| 18 | 512 | "Oh!" she cried, in fury. |
| 18 | 513 | Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly. |
| 18 | 514 | But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. |
| 18 | 515 | "How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl. |
| 18 | 516 | "Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 18 | 517 | She drew herself up proudly. |
| 18 | 518 | She threw back her shoulders. |