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| 3 | 521 | How View more quotes about strange">strange it seemed for my feet to be bare, to feel grit beneath them, sand, a pebble, the smoothness of street stones. |
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| 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. |
| 3 | 522 | I did not know if I could walk. |
| 3 | 523 | Could I do more than hobble, painfully? And might this not attract attention, as, say, a crippled kaiila might attract the attention of tawny prairie sleen? Might it suggest that I might be an unshod free woman? But none about seemed to notice me, other, of course, than as a slave might be noticed. |
| 3 | 524 | More than once I found myself, a free woman, under the appraising glances of men. |