"`I am only Zenobia,'" she murmured, with a catch of breathlessness and with tears sparkled like jewels on her long dark lashes. She continued, revealing that she was a concubine: "`I am only a girl of the king's seraglio,' she said, with a certain humility. `He has never glanced at me, and probably never will. I am less than one of the dogs that gnaw t…
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