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| 9 | 318 | I remembered the View more quotes about feel">feel of the razor on my scalp. |
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| 9 | 315 | Surely that was to the good. |
| 9 | 316 | But I was miserable. |
| 9 | 317 | I put my hand to my head. |
| 9 | 318 | I remembered the feel of the razor on my scalp. |
| 9 | 319 | I cried out in misery. |
| 9 | 320 | Petranos had done his work well. |
| 9 | 321 | How ugly I now was! How could I now attract a desirable master? For what had I been purchased? For the mills, or the mines, for work at the carnariums, the filth pits, for work in the sewers, in the tharlarion stables, at the tarsk pens? I did not know. |