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They are for serving me. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. “I shall have to go through the building.
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