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| 9 | 148 | View more quotes about rage">Rage transfigured Vika's features and she leaped from the couch and strode to the side of the room, her fingers angrily inside her collar, as though they might pull it from her throat. |
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| 9 | 145 | "You are both very beautiful," I said. |
| 9 | 146 | "Was she a slave?" asked Vika. |
| 9 | 147 | "No," I said, "—she was the daughter of a Ubar". |
| 9 | 148 | Rage transfigured Vika's features and she leaped from the couch and strode to the side of the room, her fingers angrily inside her collar, as though they might pull it from her throat. |
| 9 | 149 | "I see!" she said. |
| 9 | 150 | "And I—Vika—am only a slave girl!" "Do not be angry," I said. |
| 9 | 151 | "Where is she?" demanded Vika. |