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| 9 | 1792 | View more quotes about thurnus">Thurnus, swiftly, tore away the tunic about his waist, and, taking him by the arm, rudely thrust him to the heavy rack, where I lay helplessly secured. |
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| 9 | 1789 | She stood there, holding the sleen leashes, a proud free woman, in the firelight, though she wore still the rag of a slave. |
| 9 | 1790 | "On your feet, Bran Loort," said Thurnus. |
| 9 | 1791 | The young man, unsteadily, stood up. |
| 9 | 1792 | Thurnus, swiftly, tore away the tunic about his waist, and, taking him by the arm, rudely thrust him to the heavy rack, where I lay helplessly secured. |
| 9 | 1793 | "Here is the little slave you find so lovely, Bran Loort," said Thurnus. |
| 9 | 1794 | "She lies before you, helpless". |
| 9 | 1795 | Bran Loort looked at me, miserable. |