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| 8 | 137 | "A View more quotes about friend">friend of your father," said he. |
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| 8 | 134 | He snapped fetters of black iron on her wrists. |
| 8 | 135 | They, by the fetters and their single link, were held about three inches apart. |
| 8 | 136 | "Who are you?" she whispered. |
| 8 | 137 | "A friend of your father," said he. |
| 8 | 138 | He tore away from his body, swiftly, the gown of the perfumers, that of white and yellow silk. |
| 8 | 139 | I, too, cast aside the perfumer's gown. |
| 8 | 140 | She saw that we wore the leather and fur of Torvaldsland. |