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| 12 | 480 | "You are only a View more quotes about little">little barbarian," I said to her. |
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| 12 | 477 | What could I tell her? She was lovely, but yet in her condition piteous. |
| 12 | 478 | I felt moved on her behalf. |
| 12 | 479 | The little secretary, I thought to myself, so far from her pencils, the typewriter, the desk calendars and steno pads—so far from her world—so helpless, so much at Kamchak's mercy and this night, should I choose, at mine. |
| 12 | 480 | "You are only a little barbarian," I said to her. |
| 12 | 481 | Somehow I thought of her still as the frightened girl in the yellow shift—caught up in games of war and intrigue beyond her comprehension and, to a great extent, mine. |
| 12 | 482 | She was to be protected, sheltered, treated with kindness, reassured. |
| 12 | 483 | I could not think of her in my arms—nor of her ignorant, timid lips on mine—for she was always and would remain only the unfortunate Elizabeth Cardwell, the innocent and unwitting victim of an inexplicable translocation and an unexpected, unjust reduction to shameful bondage. |