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The next time I passed through Sil, after a period of waiting which
narrowly escaped exceeding the limits of my patience, I discovered, with
very little difficulty, where I could find the maid for whom I sought. She
lived in a little inn built of stone, halfway up a hill to the west of Sil,
which was kept by her father, her sister, and herself. When first my eyes
bathed in her vision (ah, with what cruelness that moment ended!), I
resolved to spend the night there, and not without companionship, if her
young heart, or at least her passion, could be swayed.
Her name was Iana. Her sister’s name was Wana, and they were twins,
but not, I regretted most painfully, of even remotely equal beauty. Their
feet, which they wore naked in the warmer seasons, seemed never to have
known shoes; to cramp such lovely, graceful feet in clogs or boots would
have seemed a sacrilege. Their legs were slender and well muscled and, like
their feet, slightly browned by the sun. When presented with a view of
their backs, I could perceive, beneath each skirt, generous swells that
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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The next time I passed through Sil, after a period of waiting which
narrowly escaped exceeding the limits of my patience, I discovered, with
very little difficulty, where I could find the maid for whom I sought. She
lived in a little inn built of stone, halfway up a hill to the west of Sil,
which was kept by her father, her sister, and herself. When first my eyes
bathed in her vision (ah, with what cruelness that moment ended!), I
resolved to spend the night there, and not without companionship, if her
young heart, or at least her passion, could be swayed.
Her name was Iana. Her sister’s name was Wana, and they were twins,
but not, I regretted most painfully, of even remotely equal beauty. Their
feet, which they wore naked in the warmer seasons, seemed never to have
known shoes; to cramp such lovely, graceful feet in clogs or boots would
have seemed a sacrilege. Their legs were slender and well muscled and, like
their feet, slightly browned by the sun. When presented with a view of
their backs, I could perceive, beneath each skirt, generous swells that
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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