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| 4 | 237 | She was arming me with beauty. |
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| 4 | 234 | These were the touches which, to my View more quotes about horror">horror and delight, made the garment of the slave rag exquisitely perfect. |
| 4 | 235 | I looked at the lovely slave in the mirror. |
| 4 | 236 | I wondered if the men knew, or suspected, the female cunning that went into the making of a slave rag. |
| 4 | 237 | She was arming me with beauty. |
| 4 | 238 | With what else might a slave girl be armed? Eta kissed me, and I kissed her. |
| 4 | 239 | The ingenuity and care lavished upon the slave rag, seemingly such a pathetic accident of a garment, is a careful secret well kept among slave girls. |
| 4 | 240 | If the master does not know why the smallest movement of his girl, clad in what he thought was a mere discipline rag, almost drives him out of his wits with pleasure, that is all right. |