| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 278 | It was she who had beaten me. |
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| 4 | 275 | Beams and timbers of View more quotes about misery">misery and wanting clashed within me. |
| 4 | 276 | It was she who had fastened coils of marsh vine about my neck, and knotted them, putting me in the collar of a slave. |
| 4 | 277 | It was she who had placed her arms about my neck at dawn, on the shore of the rence island. |
| 4 | 278 | It was she who had beaten me. |
| 4 | 279 | It was she whom I must obey, she for whom I had cut rence, she who had fed me as one feeds an animal. |
| 4 | 280 | It was she who had last night, and this night, bound me as a slave. |
| 4 | 281 | It was she who had tortured me with her beauty, tormenting and tantalizing me, with a cruelty all the keener for its being so offhand and casual. |