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| 17 | 59 | Does your View more quotes about blood">blood not call you to your destiny, my Master? My blood, racing in my weakened body, opened like a flower to you, yielding, calls me to mine. |
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| 17 | 56 | "Because they so considerably increase their virility?" She held to me, tightly. |
| 17 | 57 | "I would rather they put thoughts from their heads," she said, "which made them miserable and weak. |
| 17 | 58 | How can thoughts be good which make men miserable and weak? How can thoughts be wrong which make men great and strong? I am a slave in your arms. |
| 17 | 59 | Does your blood not call you to your destiny, my Master? My blood, racing in my weakened body, opened like a flower to you, yielding, calls me to mine. |
| 17 | 60 | I submit to you, my Master. |
| 17 | 61 | I beg you to be strong with me, to own me. |
| 17 | 62 | Peggy begs Master to take her!" I then took her, and she screamed with pleasure, a taken slave. |