| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 128 | I wept. |
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| 16 | 125 | If I could View more quotes about free">free myself I would run to Rask of Treve! I would beg him for his touch! I pulled at the chain, so heavy on my ankle. |
| 16 | 126 | It was some eight feet long. |
| 16 | 127 | I could not slip the manacle from my ankle; I could not free the chain from its ring. |
| 16 | 128 | I wept. |
| 16 | 129 | I threw myself against the chain, running toward his tent, and fell in the grass, my ankle burning, scraped, from the steel that obdurately clasped it. |
| 16 | 130 | On my hands and knees I tried to crawl to the tent. |
| 16 | 131 | My left leg stretched taut behind me, held. |