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| 1 | 915 | View more quotes about tarl">Tarl Cabot leaned back in the container. |
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| 1 | 912 | Had she not, in her dreams, in thongs and chains, often enough, lifted her body fearfully, beseechingly, to strong, silent men bearing whips? So, she was not, and presumably neither was the other, the blonde, a slave. |
| 1 | 913 | The brunette's denials of her collaring, and her insistence on her status as a free woman, once she even understood what he was asking, had been violent and intense, even hysterical. |
| 1 | 914 | The very thought that she might be a slave, such an abjectly debased and degraded thing, had seemingly been found insulting, demeaning, and outrageously offensive. |
| 1 | 915 | Tarl Cabot leaned back in the container. |
| 1 | 916 | He had not expected the intensity of her response to his question. |
| 1 | 917 | It had been surprisingly emotional, the tearful hysteria of her denials of bondage, the agitation and near frenzy with which she enunciated her claims to be a free woman. |
| 1 | 918 | He found such things of interest. |