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| 6 | 198 | "View more quotes about please">Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. |
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| 6 | 195 | She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. |
| 6 | 196 | Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. |
| 6 | 197 | A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat. |
| 6 | 198 | "Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. |
| 6 | 199 | It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed. |
| 6 | 200 | Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted. |
| 6 | 201 | She had tried not to scream. |