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| 9 | 19 | She View more quotes about stood">stood proudly on the arm of the Forkbeard, the white kirtle split to her belly, the black iron at her throat. |
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| 9 | 16 | "So that," said Ottar, his hands on his heavy belt, inlaid with gold, "is Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!" "Gunnhild is better!" said Pouting Lips. |
| 9 | 17 | "Who is Gunnhild?" asked Hilda, coldly. |
| 9 | 18 | "I am Gunnhild," said Gunnhild. |
| 9 | 19 | She stood proudly on the arm of the Forkbeard, the white kirtle split to her belly, the black iron at her throat. |
| 9 | 20 | "A bondmaid!" laughed Hilda, contemptuously. |
| 9 | 21 | Gunnhild stared at her, in fury. |
| 9 | 22 | "Gunnhild is better!" said Pouting Lips. |