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| 12 | 284 | She wore a View more quotes about soft">soft gown, flowing, yellow, long, of Turian silk; it was sheer and, with its deep neckline, and about the hips, well betrayed her. |
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| 12 | 281 | I regarded her. |
| 12 | 282 | "You are a strange slave," she said. |
| 12 | 283 | She reclined yet further, resting back, lower, on one elbow. |
| 12 | 284 | She wore a soft gown, flowing, yellow, long, of Turian silk; it was sheer and, with its deep neckline, and about the hips, well betrayed her. |
| 12 | 285 | Her hair was black, and long, and rich, and well displayed against the yellow cushion behind her. |
| 12 | 286 | I was pleased to see that she was not as ugly as a sand sleen. |
| 12 | 287 | I was pleased to see, contrariwise, that she was stunningly beautiful. |