| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 29 | 305 | I was safe. |
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| 29 | 302 | I had been in the very View more quotes about arms">arms of the man who sought Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, and he had not recognized me. |
| 29 | 303 | Even Drusus Rencius, perhaps, or Miles of Argentum, too, men who had actually seen me, I thought, might not recognize me now. |
| 29 | 304 | Perhaps even little Susan would not recognize the lofty Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, in the collared, branded, trained, lascivious pleasure slut, Tiffany, a girl of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus, the Plaza of Tarns. |
| 29 | 305 | I was safe. |
| 29 | 306 | I did not fear the sleen of Hassan. |
| 29 | 307 | They could never find me in Ar. |
| 29 | 308 | I was safe. |