| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 226 | "View more quotes about twenty">Twenty, twenty, yes, twenty- five," called the auctioneer. |
| 4 | 227 | "Thirty, thirty?" Not unexpectedly the slave was red-silk. |
| 4 | 228 | Sometimes white - silkers cost more, though for no reason that seems clear. |
| 4 | 229 | Who cares about such things in the case of a slave? Is the virginity of a tarsk or verr of interest? Who cares who is first to open them? Then casually, unexpectedly, the auctioneer, behind the slave, his left hand in her hair, holding her head back a bit, gently, but firmly, with the blades of the coiled whip, subjected her to the "slaver's caress. |
| 4 | 230 | She shrieked with misery, and twisted, and leaped. |
| 4 | 231 | "Stop, stop!" she cried. |
| 4 | 232 | But the gentle touch, firm and implacable, was relentless. |