| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 857 | Then, View more quotes about shaking">shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 854 | Even when she was not being struck Ilene would sometimes cry out, "No! Don't hit me!" Sometimes, waiting, unstruck, she would cry out as though she had been struck. |
| 15 | 855 | She jerked, trying to free her wrists. |
| 15 | 856 | She twisted helplessly, but could not free herself. |
| 15 | 857 | Then, shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. |
| 15 | 858 | She, of course, as a slave girl, would receive none. |
| 15 | 859 | "Be silent, Slave," said the red-haired girl. |
| 15 | 860 | "Yes, Mistress," wept Ilene. |