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| 1 | 389 | She View more quotes about approached">approached, humbly, frightened, seemingly terribly conscious of my eyes on her. |
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| 1 | 386 | Woe to the slave who would dare to serve paga or wine in a dirty goblet! I listened to the Vosk in the background, the murmur of conversation within the enclosure, the sounds of the camp. |
| 1 | 387 | The slave turned toward me. |
| 1 | 388 | Seeing my eyes on her, she put down her head. |
| 1 | 389 | She approached, humbly, frightened, seemingly terribly conscious of my eyes on her. |
| 1 | 390 | How beautiful she was. |
| 1 | 391 | "Master," she said, kneeling before me. |
| 1 | 392 | She poured me paga, filling the goblet she had taken from the rack, from the vessel she carried. |