| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 17 | 93 | My View more quotes about left">left wrist was again locked in its wrist ring. |
| 17 | 94 | "Am I free of the pox, Masters?" I asked. |
| 17 | 95 | "Yes," said the physician. |
| 17 | 96 | The tall man removed a marking stick from his pouch and, on the interior of the left shoulder, on its softness, of the auburn-haired girl, wrote a word. |
| 17 | 97 | "Your name is Narla," he said. |
| 17 | 98 | That was the word, I gathered, which he wrote on her shoulder. |
| 17 | 99 | "Yes, Master," she said. |