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| 17 | 212 | "Some of the View more quotes about girls">girls are yours," I reminded him. |
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| 17 | 209 | "I wish," said Ivar Forkbeard, "that I had such a herd". |
| 17 | 210 | The herd, indeed, consisted of sleek, beautiful animals, fair and two-legged. |
| 17 | 211 | There must have been three or four thousand chattels confined in the great pen. |
| 17 | 212 | "Some of the girls are yours," I reminded him. |
| 17 | 213 | "And I intend to have them back," he said. |
| 17 | 214 | In that herd, I surmised, were several of our women, Thyri, Aelgifu or Pudding, Gunnhild, Olga, Pouting Lips, Pretty Ankles, the former Miss Stevens of Connecticut, now Honey Cake, the girl named Leah, from Canada, whose last name was of no interest, and others. |
| 17 | 215 | Too, among them now, prisoner, was Hilda, perhaps Ivar's preferred slave. |