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| 16 | 130 | On my View more quotes about hands">hands and knees I tried to crawl to the tent. |
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| 16 | 127 | I could not slip the manacle from my ankle; I could not free the chain from its ring. |
| 16 | 128 | I wept. |
| 16 | 129 | I threw myself against the chain, running toward his tent, and fell in the grass, my ankle burning, scraped, from the steel that obdurately clasped it. |
| 16 | 130 | On my hands and knees I tried to crawl to the tent. |
| 16 | 131 | My left leg stretched taut behind me, held. |
| 16 | 132 | I cried out with frustration, and pounded the grassy earth, weeping, with my fists. |
| 16 | 133 | I, Elinor Brinton, wanted to crawl to the tent of my master, to go to my belly before him, to put my head down, weeping, over his sandals, to lick and kiss his feet, in supplication, begging him to deign to bestow upon me, an unworthy, miserable, piteous slave, and only a girl of Earth, his least touch. |