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| 22 | 219 | "View more quotes about take">Take your pick, Master," he said, and backed out of the tent, shaking his head. |
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| 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. |
| 22 | 222 | To my surprise she went to the tent flaps and closed them, tying them shut on the inside. |