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| 3 | 802 | His View more quotes about hand">hand on my thigh frightened me. |
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| 3 | 799 | I looked down. |
| 3 | 800 | I felt very small with him. |
| 3 | 801 | He held the lamp that I might, turning, examine the brand on my thigh; he held my leg with one hand, the thigh, turning it so that I might more clearly see the mark. |
| 3 | 802 | His hand on my thigh frightened me. |
| 3 | 803 | It was so strong. |
| 3 | 804 | I looked at the brand. |
| 3 | 805 | It was very meticulous, and clean, and deep, and lovely and delicate; it was incredibly feminine; it was as though my femininity had been literally stamped upon my body; it was as though I had been certified a certain sort of thing, which thereafter, no matter what I wished, or what I might be told, I could never deny; never had I felt so soft, so feminine; I wore, burned in my flesh, one of the most beautiful of brands; I wore, incised in my thigh, resembling a small, beautiful rose, the dina, the slave flower. |