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| 52 | 830 | His View more quotes about hand">hand wavered, with anger, and then he lowered it. |
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| 52 | 827 | When he had taken the whip from me, I knelt, in position, back on heels, back straight, belly in, shoulders back, head up, hands down, palms down, on my thighs, my knees spread, as befitted the sort of slave I had learned I was. |
| 52 | 828 | "I think," I said, lifting my head to him, "Master cares for a slave". |
| 52 | 829 | He lifted the whip, and I feared he would strike me. |
| 52 | 830 | His hand wavered, with anger, and then he lowered it. |
| 52 | 831 | His scowl was fierce. |
| 52 | 832 | I had not meant to anger him. |
| 52 | 833 | I had not meant to insult, or demean, him Was it so unthinkable that a free man might care for a slave? Was he to be ridiculed by his peers, and scorned by free women? If a man might care for a sleen or kaiila, why not for a female slave? But no, I thought, the female slave is different. |