| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 8 | 615 | "Get up!" he View more quotes about cried">cried. |
| 8 | 616 | Then he seized me by the upper arms and pulled me to my feet. |
| 8 | 617 | He held me before him. |
| 8 | 618 | "Taste the slave in me," I begged. |
| 8 | 619 | He looked down into my eyes, fiercely. |
| 8 | 620 | His grip on my arms, holding me absolutely helplessly, was like iron. |
| 8 | 621 | "Oh, would that you were a slave," he whispered, intensely. |