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| 5 | 186 | "View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps it is I," she said, "who am your mistress". |
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| 5 | 183 | Then she said, "Slave," and spit in my face, whirling away. |
| 5 | 184 | I wondered if it might be she who was my mistress. |
| 5 | 185 | Then another girl, the tall, blond girl, she who had held the coil of marsh vine, stood before me, moving with excruciating slowness, as though the music could be reflected only from moment to moment, in her breathing, in the beating of the heart. |
| 5 | 186 | "Perhaps it is I," she said, "who am your mistress". |
| 5 | 187 | She, like the other, spit then in my face and turned away, now moving fully, enveloped in the music's flame. |
| 5 | 188 | One after another of the girls so danced before me, and about me, taunting me, laughing at their power, then spitting upon me and turning away. |
| 5 | 189 | The rencers laughed and shouted, clapping, cheering the girls on in the dance. |