| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 6 | How foolish it is to do that, but how can one View more quotes about help">help oneself? I heard him opening the chests, rummaging through their contents, casting articles about the room. |
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| 22 | 3 | I sat there, my knees drawn up. |
| 22 | 4 | Where was my master? I twisted my head in the hood, I felt the bit, so tight, in my mouth. |
| 22 | 5 | I pulled a little at the slave bracelets that confined my hands behind my back. |
| 22 | 6 | How foolish it is to do that, but how can one help oneself? I heard him opening the chests, rummaging through their contents, casting articles about the room. |
| 22 | 7 | I did not know for what he might be looking. |
| 22 | 8 | I heard him move my slave mat, kept at the foot of my master's couch, perhaps lifting and turning it over. |
| 22 | 9 | Surely nothing was concealed within it. |