| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 597 | "View more quotes about think">Think of her writhing and crying out in my arms, she my slave, perhaps permitted that pleasure, responding obediently, helplessly, to me, her master, Ibn Saran, your victorious enemy". |
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| 7 | 594 | You will never again hold her in your arms". |
| 7 | 595 | I was silent. |
| 7 | 596 | "She is incredibly beautiful, is she not?" "Yes," I said, angrily, "she is". |
| 7 | 597 | "Think of her writhing and crying out in my arms, she my slave, perhaps permitted that pleasure, responding obediently, helplessly, to me, her master, Ibn Saran, your victorious enemy". |
| 7 | 598 | "She is a slave," I said. |
| 7 | 599 | "Enjoy her as such". |
| 7 | 600 | "Are you bitter?" he asked. |