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| 13 | 895 | Could he View more quotes about read">read in me my signs of growing helplessness? I was refined, I was delicate, I was sensitive! How could this be being done to me? But then I recalled that I was a slave. |
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| 13 | 892 | He made a low, growling, bestial noise. |
| 13 | 893 | Should I fight him, as I could? What would it matter, in the end? And might I not be beaten for the slightest show of resistance, unless, in its futility, he found it amusing. |
| 13 | 894 | I whimpered. |
| 13 | 895 | Could he read in me my signs of growing helplessness? I was refined, I was delicate, I was sensitive! How could this be being done to me? But then I recalled that I was a slave. |
| 13 | 896 | I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition. |
| 13 | 897 | Please do not desist, Master! But, of course, he would not desist. |
| 13 | 898 | I rejoiced that in his heart, as in the hearts of such men, there was no mercy. |