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| 8 | 46 | "Is she worth View more quotes about fifty">fifty tarsks to you?" asked the slaver's man. |
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| 8 | 43 | When one girl was sold from a block a new one was put in her place. |
| 8 | 44 | "How can you sell an unbranded woman?" asked a fellow of a slaver's man, indicating a freckled, fairly complexioned, red-haired barbarian kneeling frightened on a nearby block, the palms of her hands down on the wood. |
| 8 | 45 | The black iron of her collar, and the chain, contrasted nicely with the lightness and texture of her skin. |
| 8 | 46 | "Is she worth fifty tarsks to you?" asked the slaver's man. |
| 8 | 47 | "Yes," said the fellow, slowly. |
| 8 | 48 | Immediately the slaver's man removed a long piece of rawhide, about four feet in length, from his belt. |
| 8 | 49 | He took the girl's hands behind her, and, crossing them, with one end of the rawhide, fastened them tightly together. |