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| 22 | 218 | He threw it View more quotes about down">down on the rug, puffing. |
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| 22 | 215 | "Where," asked Targo, "in the camp of a legitimate slaver do you expect me to find clothing suitable to a free woman?" I laughed, and Targo smiled and left. |
| 22 | 216 | I wondered on how many nights free women, bound captives, had been thrown to his feet to be assessed and purchased, how many free women had in his camp exchanged their rich garments for a camisk and an ankle ring on his chain. |
| 22 | 217 | In a few moments Targo stumbled back into the tent, his arms bulging with cloth. |
| 22 | 218 | He threw it down on the rug, puffing. |
| 22 | 219 | "Take your pick, Master," he said, and backed out of the tent, shaking his head. |
| 22 | 220 | I smiled and looked on Lara. |
| 22 | 221 | The girl had risen to her feet. |