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| 1 | 40 | "May I View more quotes about serve">serve, Masters?" she asked. |
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| 1 | 37 | Her beauty was well betrayed. |
| 1 | 38 | Her collar, a lock collar, was yellow, enameled. |
| 1 | 39 | She was dark-eyed, dark-haired. |
| 1 | 40 | "May I serve, Masters?" she asked. |
| 1 | 41 | "Paga," said Samos, absently, looking at the board. |
| 1 | 42 | "Yes," I said. |
| 1 | 43 | With a flash of slave bells, she withdrew. |