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| 17 | 63 | "My View more quotes about robes">robes are disarranged, my veils are awry!" she screamed. |
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| 17 | 60 | "Clumsy slave!" cried the woman, lifting her switch. |
| 17 | 61 | There was a swirl of veils and robes, and I flung myself to my knees, my head to the stones. |
| 17 | 62 | "Forgive me, Mistress!" I cried. |
| 17 | 63 | "My robes are disarranged, my veils are awry!" she screamed. |
| 17 | 64 | I shuddered, at her feet. |
| 17 | 65 | "Who whips you?" she screamed. |
| 17 | 66 | "Tullius Quintus," I exclaimed, "of Ar!" "We shall see!" she cried. |