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| 18 | 171 | I could not resist administering a View more quotes about sharp">sharp, stinging slap, below the small of the back. |
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| 18 | 168 | "Love," I asked, "love—for a slave?" "Forgive me, Master," she said. |
| 18 | 169 | "Be about your work," I said. |
| 18 | 170 | She struggled to her feet, in the yoke, with its suspended buckets, and turned about, toward the rail. |
| 18 | 171 | I could not resist administering a sharp, stinging slap, below the small of the back. |
| 18 | 172 | She cried out and stumbled forward, almost spilling some of her noisome burden. |
| 18 | 173 | Fortunately none was lost. |
| 18 | 174 | She turned about, to look at me, more startled than reproachful, and I pointed to the rail, and she turned about again, and went to it, to empty the pails. |