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| 13 | 864 | "View more quotes about feed">Feed, barbarian," she said, placing a shallow bowl of gruel before me. |
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| 13 | 861 | I was afraid, now, even to look upon it. |
| 13 | 862 | "Kneel, barbarian," said the brunette, not unkindly. |
| 13 | 863 | I struggled to my knees, my hands bound before me, my neck still tied to the ring. |
| 13 | 864 | "Feed, barbarian," she said, placing a shallow bowl of gruel before me. |
| 13 | 865 | I put down my head, and, not using my hands, fed. |
| 13 | 866 | I ate, hungrily, obediently. |
| 13 | 867 | But, too, from time to time, head down, pausing in my feeding, from licking at the sides of the bowl, the gruel about my mouth, I trembled. |