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| 14 | 186 | In this View more quotes about case">case, however, I suspected this was no typical grouping of slaves, of the normal sort, but a tiny covey of girls either with weak masters or masters whom they suspected might be weak, a natural enough suspicion in an Ar where the men of the city, betrayed and defeated, helpless and confused, were for most practical purposes, at least until recently, prostrate before the might of Cos. |
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| 14 | 183 | To be sure, it would be remiss not to remark also that, as one would expect, some of the pettiest of jealousies, the most absurd of resentments, the vilest of acrimonies and the most inveterate of hatreds can obtain among these beautiful, vain, vital creatures, who are, after all, only females. |
| 14 | 184 | This is particularly the case within the same house where contests often rage, sometimes subtly and sometimes not, for the favor of the master, on which contests, needless to say, considerable shiftings in rank and hierarchy may hinge. |
| 14 | 185 | And there can be intense competitions, it might be mentioned, not only for such treasures as the master's attentions and affections but for articles as ordinary as combs and brushes and prizes which, whatever may be their symbolic value, are often as small in themselves as a sweet or pastry. |
| 14 | 186 | In this case, however, I suspected this was no typical grouping of slaves, of the normal sort, but a tiny covey of girls either with weak masters or masters whom they suspected might be weak, a natural enough suspicion in an Ar where the men of the city, betrayed and defeated, helpless and confused, were for most practical purposes, at least until recently, prostrate before the might of Cos. |
| 14 | 187 | If one is in effect a slave oneself it is hard to be a strong master to one's female. |
| 14 | 188 | It is much easier to rationalize one's weaknesses and struggle to view them as virtues. |
| 14 | 189 | "Is she your leader?" I asked one of the girls kneeling to the side, one of those in a tunic of the wool of the bounding hurt. |