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| 15 | 280 | "May I View more quotes about speak">speak?" "No," he said, and lashed my face to the left with a second cuff, a sharp, stinging, backhand slap. |
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| 15 | 277 | "Master!" I exclaimed. |
| 15 | 278 | I was cuffed, sharply, the blow jerking my head to the right. |
| 15 | 279 | "Forgive me, Master," I said. |
| 15 | 280 | "May I speak?" "No," he said, and lashed my face to the left with a second cuff, a sharp, stinging, backhand slap. |
| 15 | 281 | "Forgive me, Master," I said, tears in my eyes. |
| 15 | 282 | Tullius Quintus then withdrew from the basket. |
| 15 | 283 | He, now outside, closed its door, or gate, and tied it shut. |