| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 3 | 439 | "Do you View more quotes about think">think you could make me kneel to you?" asked a girl sitting on a platform, with chained neck and ankles, her knees drawn up, chewing on a larma fruit. |
| 3 | 440 | She smiled at me, over the fruit. |
| 3 | 441 | Then she turned white. |
| 3 | 442 | "Forgive me, Master!" she cried. |
| 3 | 443 | She had seen my eyes. |
| 3 | 444 | She knelt before me on the boards, trembling, her head down. |
| 3 | 445 | Would she be permitted to live? The fruit lay discarded beside her. |