| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 21 | 5 | The View more quotes about girl">girl, in her need, pressed herself against the coarse woolen tunic of Torvaldsland. |
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| 21 | 2 | She snuggled against me. |
| 21 | 3 | She was naked on the rough bench of the north. |
| 21 | 4 | My left arm was about her, holding her to me, in my right hand, held in its grip of golden wire, was a great horn of steaming mead. |
| 21 | 5 | The girl, in her need, pressed herself against the coarse woolen tunic of Torvaldsland. |
| 21 | 6 | I looked down into her uplifted eyes, pleading. |
| 21 | 7 | It was the need of a slave girl. |
| 21 | 8 | I turned from her and drank. |