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| 79 | 150 | It is View more quotes about beautiful">beautiful to see a slave dancing in the firelight. |
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| 79 | 147 | She served identically, as all the others. |
| 79 | 148 | There was the music of flutes, and a tabor, and one kalika, and a slave, she of one of Peisistratus' men, stamped her feet, and turned, and danced in the firelight. |
| 79 | 149 | Bangles clashed upon her bared ankles. |
| 79 | 150 | It is beautiful to see a slave dancing in the firelight. |
| 79 | 151 | Or in the light of torches, or candles, in some such natural light. |
| 79 | 152 | How beautiful are women, thought Cabot. |
| 79 | 153 | It is a rare Gorean camp, incidentally, which does not have its slaves, for, as noted, Gorean men are fond of them, and reluctant to forgo their services and pleasures. |