| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 10 | 112 | "View more quotes about high">High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bondmaids of Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 10 | 113 | In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls. |
| 10 | 114 | "Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. |
| 10 | 115 | "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips. |
| 10 | 116 | The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. |
| 10 | 117 | "Pierced-ear girl!" screamed Pouting Lips. |
| 10 | 118 | The silk girl turned, stricken. |