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| 4 | 161 | Rawlinson, pointing to the books on the desk before her, the View more quotes about window">window behind her. |
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| 4 | 158 | Could it be that I was not alone, that I was not an isolated, shameful exception to the pompous glories of political orthodoxy? How rare is courage! How mighty is the shuffling, drifting, dull, pressing herd! Eve, Jane, and I exchanged frightened glances. |
| 4 | 159 | Oddly, I wondered which of us might be found most beautiful on a Gorean slave block. |
| 4 | 160 | Do not women wonder about such things? And what of Nora, and my enemies in the house? Would they be so different, barefoot in the sawdust, turned, exhibited, in the torchlight, being bid upon? "Shame! Shame!" said Mrs. |
| 4 | 161 | Rawlinson, pointing to the books on the desk before her, the window behind her. |
| 4 | 162 | "What have you to say for yourselves?" she asked. |
| 4 | 163 | There seemed little for us to say. |
| 4 | 164 | I felt tears of shame course my cheeks. |