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| 38 | 123 | "When I View more quotes about sell">sell you," I said, "if I should sell you, I will sell you south, into a perfumed slavery". |
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| 38 | 120 | "I will try to be pleasing," she smiled. |
| 38 | 121 | I laughed, and gently cuffed the side of her head. |
| 38 | 122 | She kissed at my mitten. |
| 38 | 123 | "When I sell you," I said, "if I should sell you, I will sell you south, into a perfumed slavery". |
| 38 | 124 | "Thank you, Master," she said. |
| 38 | 125 | I was fond of Constance. |
| 38 | 126 | Why should she herd verr and churn butter in Torvaldsland? Let her serve naked and loving, bangled, perfumed, made-up, on the multicolored tiles of some southern domicile. |