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| 7 | 394 | When he strode through the View more quotes about streets">streets free women sometimes threw themselves before him, tearing away their veils and robes, begging for his collar. |
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| 7 | 391 | I looked at my master. |
| 7 | 392 | How magnificent he was. |
| 7 | 393 | His collar, I had heard, was one of the most sought collars in Ar. |
| 7 | 394 | When he strode through the streets free women sometimes threw themselves before him, tearing away their veils and robes, begging for his collar. |
| 7 | 395 | He was such a man. |
| 7 | 396 | One's freedom is small enough price to pay, whisper some highborn women of Ar among themselves, for even ten days in the collar of Clitus Vitellius. |
| 7 | 397 | The boredoms of freedom are small enough price to pay surely for even a brief sojourn in the arms of such a man, they conjecture. |