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| 6 | 242 | "View more quotes about remove">Remove your clothing, my pretty one," said Ivar Forkbeard. |
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| 6 | 239 | The Forkbeard, with the heel of his boot on the ground, drew a bondmaid circle. |
| 6 | 240 | She looked at it. |
| 6 | 241 | Then, to the laughter of the men, her head high, lifting her skirt, she stepped to the circle, and stood, facing him, within it. |
| 6 | 242 | "Remove your clothing, my pretty one," said Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 6 | 243 | She reached behind the back of her neck and unbuttoned the dress of black velvet, and then drew it over her head. |
| 6 | 244 | She stood then before us in a chemise of fine silk. |
| 6 | 245 | This, too, she drew over her head, and threw to the ground. |