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| 20 | 368 | It was he! It was my View more quotes about master">master, Clitus Vitellius of Ar! "Oh, Master," I wanted to cry out, "I love you! I love you, Master!" Then I saw him glance at a paga girl who posed, turning before him, and spoke to him. |
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| 20 | 365 | But I watched. |
| 20 | 366 | I grew more and more sure, and then I was certain. |
| 20 | 367 | He stopped to buy a cake from a vendor on the wharf. |
| 20 | 368 | It was he! It was my master, Clitus Vitellius of Ar! "Oh, Master," I wanted to cry out, "I love you! I love you, Master!" Then I saw him glance at a paga girl who posed, turning before him, and spoke to him. |
| 20 | 369 | Suddenly I hated her and him! He dismissed the girl, but I had seen him look upon her, as a warrior, a master. |
| 20 | 370 | I hated them both! It had been Clitus Vitellius of Ar who had first enslaved me. |
| 20 | 371 | He had marked me with the hot iron, marking my very flesh, branding me a slave girl. |