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| 53 | 142 | He strode to his View more quotes about pack">pack, tore it open, and drew forth the whip, shaking its blades tree. |
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| 53 | 139 | "Love me!" "Love?" he said. |
| 53 | 140 | "For a slave!" "Forgive me, Master," I said. |
| 53 | 141 | He seemed beside himself with fury. |
| 53 | 142 | He strode to his pack, tore it open, and drew forth the whip, shaking its blades tree. |
| 53 | 143 | "I love you. |
| 53 | 144 | Master!" I said. |
| 53 | 145 | "Please do not beat me!" He held the whip, two hands on the staff. |