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| 17 | 456 | I could be View more quotes about lonely">lonely, and hunger for his touch, his mouth, his words, his hand on mine, but I knew he lived, so I could not be truly sad. |
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| 17 | 453 | But I wanted him, with all of me and my weeping heart. |
| 17 | 454 | But he lived. |
| 17 | 455 | I could not be unhappy. |
| 17 | 456 | I could be lonely, and hunger for his touch, his mouth, his words, his hand on mine, but I knew he lived, so I could not be truly sad. |
| 17 | 457 | How could I be sad when somewhere he was proud and alive, and free, doubtless once again bold and violent, fighting, raiding, feasting with his cup companions and his beautiful slaves. |
| 17 | 458 | "Sell me, Master," I once begged Bosk, for I did not wish to remain in the house where I had so nearly committed so great a crime. |
| 17 | 459 | I wished to go where I might not be known, where I would be only another collared girl, another wench in bondage, anonymous in her submission and degradation. |