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| 8 | 395 | Had he View more quotes about turned">turned back would he not have been softened, or even overcome, by the beauty of the prone, chained slave in the corridor? How lovely she was! He did not look back. |
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| 8 | 392 | She was a brunette and was very beautiful in her chains, lying behind us, one arm piteously outstretched, in the half light of the corridor. |
| 8 | 393 | "Please, Master," she wept, "please, please!" "You may speak," he said, angrily, not looking back. |
| 8 | 394 | I put my fingers to my bosom, catching my breath. |
| 8 | 395 | Had he turned back would he not have been softened, or even overcome, by the beauty of the prone, chained slave in the corridor? How lovely she was! He did not look back. |
| 8 | 396 | Perhaps he remembered her from a former time, when she was free, from a time of robes, and veils, and refinements, and conventions, and distances. |
| 8 | 397 | But such things, and times, were gone now. |
| 8 | 398 | "Master, Master!" she called out. |