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| 3 | 71 | I squirmed. |
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| 3 | 68 | He went to the View more quotes about night">night table and took one of my cigarettes and, with one of my tiny, fine matches, imported from Paris, lit it. |
| 3 | 69 | He threw the match into the ash tray. |
| 3 | 70 | He touched me again, this time intimately, but I could not cry out. |
| 3 | 71 | I squirmed. |
| 3 | 72 | He grinned. |
| 3 | 73 | "You aren't the cold, inert little thing you pretend to be, are you, bound slut," he said. |
| 3 | 74 | "I wonder what you will be like, when you are accommodated to your new condition". |