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| 8 | 622 | "Would that you were a View more quotes about slave">slave!" He then, lifting me from my feet as though I might have been no more than a doll, suddenly, violently, with a cry of rage, flung me from him, yards from him, to the surface of the bed. |
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| 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. |
| 8 | 622 | "Would that you were a slave!" He then, lifting me from my feet as though I might have been no more than a doll, suddenly, violently, with a cry of rage, flung me from him, yards from him, to the surface of the bed. |
| 8 | 623 | On the bed I scrambled to my knees. |
| 8 | 624 | The wall was at my back. |
| 8 | 625 | There were sounds from outside the window, cries in the street. |