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| 5 | 864 | "'Hurry, hurry!' we were urged," recollected one of the View more quotes about fellows">fellows. |
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| 5 | 861 | How beautiful is a woman's face, and how its subtlest expressions, even inadvertently, even unbeknownst to herself, may be fraught with the delicious treasures of betraying disclosures! The master reads the face of a slave; he may ponder the thoughts, the motivations, and intentions of the veiled free woman. |
| 5 | 862 | How precious is the veil to the free woman; she is not a slave. |
| 5 | 863 | The free woman is mysterious; the slave is not; she is at a man's feet. |
| 5 | 864 | "'Hurry, hurry!' we were urged," recollected one of the fellows. |
| 5 | 865 | "We could hear the men of Ar on the street, doors away," said another. |
| 5 | 866 | "'Submit, strip, pronounce yourself slave, hurry to the rope,' barked Torgus to the dismayed, frightened women," said a man. |
| 5 | 867 | "In moments," said another man, "each hastened to submit". |