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| 2 | 283 | "Do not hurt me! Do not hurt me!" What are they View more quotes about waiting">waiting for, Cabot wondered. |
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| 2 | 280 | She put her small hands before her face, wildly. |
| 2 | 281 | Cabot thought they would look nicely in slave cuffs. |
| 2 | 282 | Were not such small, lovely wrists made for a master's steel? "Please, Sirs!" she cried. |
| 2 | 283 | "Do not hurt me! Do not hurt me!" What are they waiting for, Cabot wondered. |
| 2 | 284 | Will they not feed now, perhaps even fighting for scraps? Where are the Priest-Kings, Cabot wondered, wildly. |
| 2 | 285 | They must know the security of the Prison Moon has been breached. |
| 2 | 286 | How long does it take to bring ships to this orbit, with their technology, the closest of the three moons? "Do not hurt me, Sirs!" she wept. |