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| 12 | 705 | But his View more quotes about hands">hands were sure. |
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| 12 | 702 | He thrust apart my ankles. |
| 12 | 703 | I resolved to resist him. |
| 12 | 704 | I turned my head to the side, and heard the small sound of the silver leaf, on its tiny loop, fastened in my ear, touch the stones of the flooring of the passage. |
| 12 | 705 | But his hands were sure. |
| 12 | 706 | "No," I begged, "do not make me yield to you!" But he did not see fit to show me mercy. |
| 12 | 707 | I cried out with misery, lost in sensation, lifting my body to him, piteous for his slightest touch. |
| 12 | 708 | When he finished with me I lay between his feet, a shattered, yielded slave girl. |