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| 2 | 146 | His View more quotes about hand">hand on my left, upper arm kept me standing. |
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| 2 | 143 | Did I not know I was a slave? Was it not clear enough, when I was released from the cage, and knelt, my head to the floor, my crossed wrists lifted high behind me for binding? Could there be any doubt about the matter when I knelt, bound, before the master, and, my head lifted, the whip was put to my lips? Did I not understand these things well enough when my hands were freed, and I took my place in the line on the ramp? Surely! But now, suddenly, I was on the brink of being sold, literally sold, like a shoe or belt, a dog or pig! It was impossible! It could not be! I could not be sold! I was free, free! It was a nightmare! I must awaken, I must awaken! I was overcome with terror. |
| 2 | 144 | The room began to swirl about me. |
| 2 | 145 | "What name has been put on you, slut?" asked he who had unbound me. |
| 2 | 146 | His hand on my left, upper arm kept me standing. |
| 2 | 147 | When addressed by a free person, it is common for a slave, recognized, to kneel. |
| 2 | 148 | It is appropriate. |
| 2 | 149 | It shows respect for the free, and that one is a slave. |