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| 4 | 82 | How could I face View more quotes about free">free men again, when in my own heart I could not even face myself? It was hot, and the coils of marsh vine about my throat were hot. |
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| 4 | 79 | I now knew the sort of thing I was, and in my worthless heart it so sickened me that I did not much care now whether I lived or died. |
| 4 | 80 | I did not even much care that I might spend the rest of my life as an abject slave, abused on a rence island, the sport of a girl or children, the butt of the cruelty and jests of men. |
| 4 | 81 | Such, doubtless, was deserved. |
| 4 | 82 | How could I face free men again, when in my own heart I could not even face myself? It was hot, and the coils of marsh vine about my throat were hot. |
| 4 | 83 | Beneath the coils my neck was red, and slippery with sweat and dirt. |
| 4 | 84 | I put my finger in the collar, to pull it a bit from my throat. |
| 4 | 85 | "Do not touch your collar," she said. |