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| 30 | 611 | "Is this View more quotes about sheila">Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus?" asked Miles. |
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| 30 | 608 | It was as though I might have been his actual slave. |
| 30 | 609 | I wondered if I were his slave. |
| 30 | 610 | I wondered if it was he who, in the true rightfulness of nature, was my master, if it were he who, in the true rightfulness of nature, owned me. |
| 30 | 611 | "Is this Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus?" asked Miles. |
| 30 | 612 | Drusus lifted up my tunic, on the left, casually, as a Gorean master. |
| 30 | 613 | He did this with no more thought than one might have lifted up a corner of a tablecloth, or a curtain or drapery. |
| 30 | 614 | I now realized that whatever might be the feelings of Drusus Rencius toward me I was now a slave to him. |