| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 402 | "Do not make me do this!" she begged. |
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| 9 | 399 | I View more quotes about noted">noted her slim ankles, enclosed in the ankle rings, and her lovely wrists, so closely linked together, clasped beautifully, snugly, in the steel of the bracelets. |
| 9 | 400 | "But I am Midice," she said. |
| 9 | 401 | "A slave girl," I reminded her. |
| 9 | 402 | "Do not make me do this!" she begged. |
| 9 | 403 | "Do not so demean me!" "Dance," said I to Midice. |
| 9 | 404 | In terror the dark-haired girl, lithe, tears in her eyes, she so marvelously legged, lifted her wrists. |
| 9 | 405 | Now again Midice danced, her ankles in delicious proximity and wrists lifted again together back to back above her head, palms out. |