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| 3 | 518 | 'View more quotes about pretty">Pretty kajira,' laughed a fellow, passing, and made a noise which frightened me. |
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| 3 | 515 | No longer did men, and society, stand behind me. |
| 3 | 516 | She disappeared in the crowd, and I rose, painfully, to my feet. |
| 3 | 517 | I pulled down the tunic, for it had come high on my thighs. |
| 3 | 518 | 'Pretty kajira,' laughed a fellow, passing, and made a noise which frightened me. |
| 3 | 519 | I must remember that I was in a collar! I shuddered, and drew down the tunic even more. |
| 3 | 520 | My feet were now bare. |
| 3 | 521 | How strange it seemed for my feet to be bare, to feel grit beneath them, sand, a pebble, the smoothness of street stones. |