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He summoned this girl to the room of books;
and she came there, a little clumsily
(as not quite used to these sheer-stockinged feet).
Unto his mastership, she made complete
submission, kneeling in humility.
(Her former owners sought for domination
always from ever constant demonstration
of fear expressed in silent subjugation.)
But he who sat, upon the chair, stood up,
and bid this girl, "Rise.  Will you have a cup
"of cold, refreshing water?"  Then he said
(and on his face, the wryest of all looks),
"Such homage will go straight up to my head---
"and I cannot withstand such a temptation.
"You need not ever call me 'master' here,
"for you are not a slave.  You are quite free.
"You need not call yourself 'this girl' again
"(that only pleases men well pleased in sin,
"who think their manhood needs a poor slave's fear)."

His polished Greek, his voice's gentleness,
removed the very last chill of distress;

and then, as if in proof, he smiled at me.