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| 4 | 708 | I could not forget the View more quotes about touch">touch of the leather. |
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| 4 | 705 | Then I felt the chain grow taut before me, and draw on the ring on the front of my collar, and I, too, on all fours, joined that procession moving down the corridor, and, in turn, so, too, did those behind me. |
| 4 | 706 | I crawled in chains, at the feet of men. |
| 4 | 707 | The corridor was long. |
| 4 | 708 | I could not forget the touch of the leather. |
| 4 | 709 | I had succumbed, physiologically, emotionally, to its touch. |
| 4 | 710 | What could that mean? What had become of me? What lay ahead of me? "Harta!" called a man. |
| 4 | 711 | "Harta!" Did he expect us to understand him? That must be a word in his language. |