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| 79 | 787 | "I offer you my wine, View more quotes about master">Master," she said. |
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| 79 | 784 | She then put her head down, again, between her extended arms, the goblet grasped with both hands. |
| 79 | 785 | "Wine, Master?" she said. |
| 79 | 786 | Cabot did not respond, and the slave kept her head down. |
| 79 | 787 | "I offer you my wine, Master," she said. |
| 79 | 788 | "Please accept my wine, Master. |
| 79 | 789 | Please, Master, accept my wine!" She gasped as Cabot, gently, took the goblet from her hands. |
| 79 | 790 | She looked up at him, lips trembling, tears in her eyes. |