| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 42 | "My View more quotes about mother">mother," she said bitterly, "—was a Passion Slave—bred in the pens of Ar". |
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| 9 | 39 | "You were right in a way, Tarl Cabot". |
| 9 | 40 | "How is that?" I asked. |
| 9 | 41 | She looked at me directly. |
| 9 | 42 | "My mother," she said bitterly, "—was a Passion Slave—bred in the pens of Ar". |
| 9 | 43 | "She must have been very beautiful," I said. |
| 9 | 44 | Vika looked at me strangely. |
| 9 | 45 | "Yes," she said, "I suppose she was". |