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| 5 | 541 | "Well then," said View more quotes about elizabeth">Elizabeth, "what are you ashamed of?" Then Elizabeth strode to her and, to the girl's horror, on one of the public high bridges, face-stripped her. |
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| 5 | 538 | "I am really beautiful!" cried the free girl. |
| 5 | 539 | "I doubt it," said Elizabeth. |
| 5 | 540 | "I am!" she cried. |
| 5 | 541 | "Well then," said Elizabeth, "what are you ashamed of?" Then Elizabeth strode to her and, to the girl's horror, on one of the public high bridges, face-stripped her. |
| 5 | 542 | The girl screamed but no one came to her aid, and Elizabeth spun her about, peeling off layers of Robes of Concealment until, in a heavy pile of silk, brocade, satin and starched muslin the girl stood in a sleeveless, rather brief orange tunic, attractive, of a sort sometimes worn by free women in the privacy of their own quarters. |
| 5 | 543 | The girl stood there, wringing her hands and wailing. |
| 5 | 544 | The slave girl had backed off, looking as though she might topple off the bridge in sheer terror. |