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| 17 | 599 | With a cry of View more quotes about rage">rage the Pleasure Slave ran past me and tore the slave goad from the wall, flicked it to on. |
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| 17 | 596 | "Do not look further!" she cried. |
| 17 | 597 | "Be silent, slave," said I, poking about, and then I saw in the bottom of the chest, almost colorless, ragged, not more than a foot high nor a few ounces heavy, a small worn, tattered doll, dressed in faded Robes of Concealment, of a sort little girls might play with on the bridges or in the corridors of cylinders, dressing it or singing to it. |
| 17 | 598 | "What is this?" I asked in amusement, lifting it up and turning to face Sura. |
| 17 | 599 | With a cry of rage the Pleasure Slave ran past me and tore the slave goad from the wall, flicked it to on. |
| 17 | 600 | I saw the dial rotate to the end of the red band, to the Kill Point. |
| 17 | 601 | The tip of the goad, almost instantly, seemed incandescent. |
| 17 | 602 | I could not even look directly upon it. |