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| 20 | 371 | He had marked me with the hot View more quotes about iron">iron, marking my very flesh, branding me a slave girl. |
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| 20 | 368 | It was he! It was my master, Clitus Vitellius of Ar! "Oh, Master," I wanted to cry out, "I love you! I love you, Master!" Then I saw him glance at a paga girl who posed, turning before him, and spoke to him. |
| 20 | 369 | Suddenly I hated her and him! He dismissed the girl, but I had seen him look upon her, as a warrior, a master. |
| 20 | 370 | I hated them both! It had been Clitus Vitellius of Ar who had first enslaved me. |
| 20 | 371 | He had marked me with the hot iron, marking my very flesh, branding me a slave girl. |
| 20 | 372 | He had made me serve him! He had made me love him, and had then, when it pleased him, his sport done, thrown me aside, giving me to peasants! A bold plan, relentless and terrible, formed in my mind. |
| 20 | 373 | I breathed deeply, in cold fury, resolved. |
| 20 | 374 | He would find that a slave girl's vengeance is not a light thing. |