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| 5 | 216 | * * * * Ibn View more quotes about saran">Saran, watching the yellow-silked, collared slave dance, sipped his hot, black wine. |
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| 5 | 213 | "Rejoice," said I, "that they are on your body. |
| 5 | 214 | Many slave girls never know them". |
| 5 | 215 | She lay in the dark, twisting, weeping, hobbled, pulling at her collar. |
| 5 | 216 | * * * * Ibn Saran, watching the yellow-silked, collared slave dance, sipped his hot, black wine. |
| 5 | 217 | I saw that he was interested in the beauty. |
| 5 | 218 | She bent down, her leg extended and, moving it, flexing it, slowly, to the music, from her knee to the thigh, caressed it. |
| 5 | 219 | Alyena was good, because, in her belly, though she still did not know it, burned slave fire. |