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| 16 | 327 | My View more quotes about feet">feet, bare, scraped on the flat stones of the street. |
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| 16 | 324 | "I am sorry, Masters," I said. |
| 16 | 325 | "Beat me, and let me go, please". |
| 16 | 326 | I realized then they were pulling me toward an alley. |
| 16 | 327 | My feet, bare, scraped on the flat stones of the street. |
| 16 | 328 | My hands, tied behind me, as they had been while I had run the errands of this morning and the errand of this afternoon, fought the binding fiber. |
| 16 | 329 | A passing baker glanced at us. |
| 16 | 330 | "What do you want of me?" I asked. |