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| 2 | 80 | The View more quotes about auctioneer">auctioneer took handfuls of her long blond hair, from the right side of her head, rolled it into a ball between his palms, and thrust it in her mouth. |
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| 2 | 77 | "I hate you," she cried, suddenly, to them, in English. |
| 2 | 78 | "I hate you!" They, of course, did not understand her. |
| 2 | 79 | The hostility of her mien, however, was clear. |
| 2 | 80 | The auctioneer took handfuls of her long blond hair, from the right side of her head, rolled it into a ball between his palms, and thrust it in her mouth. |
| 2 | 81 | She stood there. |
| 2 | 82 | She knew she must not spit out the hair. |
| 2 | 83 | She knew she was not then to speak. |