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| 4 | 284 | "How does it View more quotes about feel">feel to be a paga slave?" I asked. |
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| 4 | 281 | * * * * I regarded her in the shadows of the small alcove, lit by the tiny lamp, its draft carried by the tiny ventilating hole above it. |
| 4 | 282 | She still wore the chains I had put her in. |
| 4 | 283 | The bit of yellow silk, crumpled, soaked with sweat, lay to one side. |
| 4 | 284 | "How does it feel to be a paga slave?" I asked. |
| 4 | 285 | She turned her head to one side. |
| 4 | 286 | I had exacted the full performance of the paga slave from her. |
| 4 | 287 | "You are angry," she said, "because I fled from you. |