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| 8 | 388 | "View more quotes about please">Please, Master!" Would she ever see him again? In her voice was a pathetic, pleading note, one of almost hysterical desperation. |
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| 8 | 385 | It was possible, given slave control, that neither would encounter the other again, unless, of course, it was his will, as he now knew she was here, a house property amongst perhaps hundreds of others. |
| 8 | 386 | He could always look up her ring number, or perhaps the number and location of her cage or kennel. |
| 8 | 387 | "Please!" she wept. |
| 8 | 388 | "Please, Master!" Would she ever see him again? In her voice was a pathetic, pleading note, one of almost hysterical desperation. |
| 8 | 389 | It was my hope that he would accede to her piteous request, but I, of course, in my guise of slave or capture, remained silent. |
| 8 | 390 | Too, of course, Drusus Rencius did not interfere. |
| 8 | 391 | This was a matter clearly between a mere slave, now used as a scrubbing girl and a free man, indeed, a possibly offended house master. |