| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 20 | 48 | I was barefoot. |
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| 20 | 45 | On the View more quotes about silk">silk, in yellow, there were words, which Narla had translated for me. |
| 20 | 46 | "I am Yata. |
| 20 | 47 | Own me at the Chatka and Curla". |
| 20 | 48 | I was barefoot. |
| 20 | 49 | I wore a red kerchief, for my hair had not as yet fully regrown. |
| 20 | 50 | "Greetings, Slave," said a man. |
| 20 | 51 | "Oh!" I cried, for his hand had suddenly, unexpectedly, thrust upward, beneath my brief silk. |