| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 4 | I View more quotes about felt">felt it press me forward. |
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| 28 | 1 | The tarsk-bit struck into the metal cup slung about my neck. |
| 28 | 2 | "Thank you, kind Master," said Tyrtaios. |
| 28 | 3 | The guide stick, with its attached collar, buckled under my chin, was tight against the back of my neck. |
| 28 | 4 | I felt it press me forward. |
| 28 | 5 | I again wore the brief, yellow tunic, and the belly chain, its bracelets once more confining my hands behind my back. |
| 28 | 6 | "Twenty copper tarsks for your slave!" laughed a man. |
| 28 | 7 | "Is she truly so ugly?" asked Tyrtaios, the dark bandage swathing his eyes, seemingly surprised, even dismayed. |