| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 667 | It was now bare. |
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| 8 | 664 | I View more quotes about felt">felt my thigh, through the tunic. |
| 8 | 665 | The tiny mark was there, identifying me for any who might have an interest in the matter, as the sort I was. |
| 8 | 666 | I put my finger tips then again to my throat. |
| 8 | 667 | It was now bare. |
| 8 | 668 | But I did not think that it would be long, in a place such as this, where there were such men, without a collar. |
| 8 | 669 | Suddenly certain of my memories, or seeming memories, of my journey here, made more sense. |
| 8 | 670 | I, sometime ago, hooded, had been bound hand and foot, wrapped in a blanket, and strapped, apparently, in some sort of basket. |