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| 19 | 412 | She pointed her View more quotes about finger">finger at a fine-looking fellow, grinning in the audience, a Saddlemaker. |
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| 19 | 409 | "Which of you would like to put me in steel?" The crowd roared and stamped, and its men rose to their feet, shouting, pounding their right fists on their left shoulder, in Gorean acclaim. |
| 19 | 410 | "I am, I think," cried Elizabeth, laughing, "a not unworthy wench". |
| 19 | 411 | There were shouts of agreement. |
| 19 | 412 | She pointed her finger at a fine-looking fellow, grinning in the audience, a Saddlemaker. |
| 19 | 413 | "Would you not like to own me?" she asked. |
| 19 | 414 | He slapped his knees with his hands and laughed. |
| 19 | 415 | "That I would!" he cried. |