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| 15 | 51 | Her View more quotes about ankles">ankles were slender, beautiful. |
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| 15 | 48 | I glanced at Virginia Kent, who was now moving about the tables, in the incredibly brief silken slave livery, the pitcher on her left shoulder, held there gracefully with her left hand. |
| 15 | 49 | Her hair was now about three inches longer than it had been when she had come to the House of Cernus. |
| 15 | 50 | She walked gracefully, insolently, the movement of her firing my blood. |
| 15 | 51 | Her ankles were slender, beautiful. |
| 15 | 52 | The left, as was the case with Phyllis, was now no longer encircled with the steel band, the identification band. |
| 15 | 53 | About her throat, however, as was the case with Phyllis also, there was now a lock collar, snugly fitting, white-enameled. |
| 15 | 54 | Both girls, branded and collared, were well marked as slave. |