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| 9 | 1790 | "On your View more quotes about feet">feet, Bran Loort," said Thurnus. |
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| 9 | 1787 | I saw no rope collar on her throat. |
| 9 | 1788 | She had removed it when she had stolen away from the circle of the fire. |
| 9 | 1789 | She stood there, holding the sleen leashes, a proud free woman, in the firelight, though she wore still the rag of a slave. |
| 9 | 1790 | "On your feet, Bran Loort," said Thurnus. |
| 9 | 1791 | The young man, unsteadily, stood up. |
| 9 | 1792 | Thurnus, swiftly, tore away the tunic about his waist, and, taking him by the arm, rudely thrust him to the heavy rack, where I lay helplessly secured. |
| 9 | 1793 | "Here is the little slave you find so lovely, Bran Loort," said Thurnus. |