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| 13 | 424 | I View more quotes about cried">cried out with the glory of having her. |
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| 13 | 421 | "Oh, Master". |
| 13 | 422 | "Please take me home, Publius, and touch me," I heard a woman, in robes of concealment, say to he who walked with her upon that street. |
| 13 | 423 | They hurried away. |
| 13 | 424 | I cried out with the glory of having her. |
| 13 | 425 | "Master!" she wept. |
| 13 | 426 | I withdrew from the girl, lifting her arms from about my neck, shuddering, gasping. |
| 13 | 427 | "You are ruthless, Master," she said. |