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| 50 | 143 | She View more quotes about turned">turned her head, and pursed her lips, pleadingly, and Cabot held the whip to her lips, and she kissed it, gratefully, fervently. |
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| 50 | 140 | Cabot reached down and retrieved the whip, and then, slowly folding its blades back, against the staff, he touched it, gently, to her back. |
| 50 | 141 | "My Master has beaten me," she said. |
| 50 | 142 | "Yes," said Cabot, wearily. |
| 50 | 143 | She turned her head, and pursed her lips, pleadingly, and Cabot held the whip to her lips, and she kissed it, gratefully, fervently. |
| 50 | 144 | He then untied her and, retrieving her tunic, tossed it to her. |
| 50 | 145 | "Help with the food," he said. |
| 50 | 146 | "And prepare places of repose. |