"I have held the hand of my queen. I felt that I was really alive. From
now on my hand is sacred. .... My hand belongs to my queen whose hair is the
colour of ebony...whose skin is pink and white as ivory. A shudder ran through
my body at the touch of her tiny moist hand...my life was mingling with hers at
the touch of her hand. Her smile is refreshing as a spring of water. Her look
is as warm as a ray from the setting sun" - from House Boy
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