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 | | The proud Miss Elinor Brinton, of New York City, seemed so far away from me. And yet I knew she was not. |
 | | Miss Elinor Brinton, incredibly, uncomprehensibly, found herself kneeling in a barbarian tent, on a distant world, myself, being prepared for her collaring. |
 | | It was thus not inappropriate that she should find herself so, as she was, tethered, about her neck, knotted, a simple length of camp rope, slender and coarse, fir for leading verr or girls. |
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