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| 17 | 140 | "I do not want your respect," I said, "I want your View more quotes about touch">touch". |
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| 17 | 137 | Surely now I might be the lowest of paga slaves, furnished with the price of a drink in her master's establishment, clinging to a customer, begging, in her need. |
| 17 | 138 | "Do you respect me?" I asked. |
| 17 | 139 | "No," he said. |
| 17 | 140 | "I do not want your respect," I said, "I want your touch". |
| 17 | 141 | "Perhaps, then," said he, "I should deny it to you". |
| 17 | 142 | "No, Master," I begged. |
| 17 | 143 | "Please, no, Master!" And in her shame, writhing to his least touch, the once selfish, self-centered, haughty, spoiled Elinor Brinton, again conquered, found her joy, and glory, and then she again accepted herself as what she was, a slave girl, and in this acceptance, she lost all shame, and yielded fully to the ecstasies enforced upon her, and which she, under pain of death, as a slave, was not permitted to resist. |