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| 13 | 227 | My back still burned from his whip. |
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| 13 | 224 | It was I, not they, who was well illuminated by the View more quotes about torches">torches. |
| 13 | 225 | "Stand straight, suck in your belly, turn your hip out," said the auctioneer to me, under his breath. |
| 13 | 226 | I complied. |
| 13 | 227 | My back still burned from his whip. |
| 13 | 228 | "Note," said the auctioneer, indicating me with his coiled whip, "the turn of her ankle, the sweetness of her thighs, the tightness of her belly, the pleasure of her figure, the delicacy of her throat, awaiting your collar, the delicacy, sensitivity and beauty of her features". |
| 13 | 229 | He looked to the crowd. |
| 13 | 230 | "Would you not like her in your compartments?" he inquired. |