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| 12 | 411 | Her View more quotes about head">head was jerked up by the leash in the hand of Thimble. |
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| 12 | 408 | "I do not think she is much good, Master," said Thimble, one slave girl appraising another. |
| 12 | 409 | "Do not let me detain you from your labors," I said. |
| 12 | 410 | Thistle, suddenly, knelt down before me, yoked, and put her lips to my boot. |
| 12 | 411 | Her head was jerked up by the leash in the hand of Thimble. |
| 12 | 412 | Her eyes were moist. |
| 12 | 413 | "Master!" she begged. |
| 12 | 414 | "Come, Slave!" snapped Thimble, and pulled her to her feet and dragged her away, behind her. |