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| 9 | 1387 | "Let me tear away my clothes before you," I View more quotes about begged">begged, "that the beauty of a poor slave girl may be bared to you". |
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| 9 | 1384 | I was covered with sweat and dirt; I was gasping; I was trembling, shaken with muscular stress from the cruel march, as well as with fear, knowing myself fully in their hands, not knowing what fate they might choose to inflict upon me. |
| 9 | 1385 | We stood in the vicinity of a thicket of thorn brush, of the sort which is occasionally used to wall camps. |
| 9 | 1386 | "You are still clothed," said Bran Loort observing me. |
| 9 | 1387 | "Let me tear away my clothes before you," I begged, "that the beauty of a poor slave girl may be bared to you". |
| 9 | 1388 | "Do so," he said. |
| 9 | 1389 | I cried out in anguish. |
| 9 | 1390 | Again the ropes would not let me strip myself. |