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| 32 | 29 | We dared not View more quotes about meet">meet his eyes. |
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| 32 | 26 | Gito was still half buried in the straw, huddled there, shaking, whimpering, to the left, as one would enter. |
| 32 | 27 | The leader of the strangers regarded us. |
| 32 | 28 | We kept our heads down. |
| 32 | 29 | We dared not meet his eyes. |
| 32 | 30 | I think there was not one of us who would not then have rather, a thousand times over, been elsewhere, almost anywhere, in the heaviest of chains in the foulest of dungeons; pitching, sick, bound to our pallets, almost immobile, in the holds of stinking slave ships, covered with vermin; sweating in the mills, chained to our looms; carrying water, shackled, in the fields; even drawing sleds or wagons, padlocked in our harnesses, draft beasts. |
| 32 | 31 | But we were beautiful, and a different sort of slave. |
| 32 | 32 | But what would even our beauty, and our hope to please, to be spared to serve, avail ourselves with these men? And we had perhaps, they might judge, seen too much. |