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| 48 | 7 | "View more quotes about take">Take this," said Cabot, pressing a rind of sul into her hands, and she put down her head and fed on it, kneeling, gratefully, her hair falling about her wrists. |
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| 48 | 4 | The world rang with the words of Agamemnon, pronouncing peace and amnesty. |
| 48 | 5 | "There is little food left," said Cabot. |
| 48 | 6 | "Do not feed me, Master," said Lita. |
| 48 | 7 | "Take this," said Cabot, pressing a rind of sul into her hands, and she put down her head and fed on it, kneeling, gratefully, her hair falling about her wrists. |
| 48 | 8 | How beautiful they are, thought Cabot. |
| 48 | 9 | How desirable they are. |
| 48 | 10 | How natural that men will take them, and make them their own, and put them in collars. |