| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 518 | View more quotes about something">Something in me seemed to say, "You lose your tarsk, Drusus Rencius. |
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| 8 | 515 | Publius thought so, and he was a slaver. |
| 8 | 516 | He had been willing to put a silver tarsk on the matter. |
| 8 | 517 | I looked at Drusus. |
| 8 | 518 | Something in me seemed to say, "You lose your tarsk, Drusus Rencius. |
| 8 | 519 | She is a slave". |
| 8 | 520 | Then I hastily thrust such a horrifying thought from my mind. |
| 8 | 521 | * * * * "Please, Drusus," I had said. |