She was afraid she might pass out, from the heat, the steam.
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Her body was soaked with sweat.
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She could not see it, for there were no mirrors in the laundry, but she supposed that her face, as that of many of the other girls, particularly the fair-complexioned ones, such as she, was red, blotched with red, grossly mottled with red patches, irregular patches painfully, roaringly scarlet, from the heat, from the closeness of the laundry, the oppressive, tropical atmosphere of the cemented, low-ceilinged room.
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I do not want to faint, she thought.
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I must not faint.
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I might be beaten.
She gasped, and moaned.
She was afraid she might pass out, from the heat, the steam.
Her body was soaked with sweat.
She could not see it, for there were no mirrors in the laundry, but she supposed that her face, as that of many of the other girls, particularly the fair-complexioned ones, such as she, was red, blotched with red, grossly mottled with red patches, irregular patches painfully, roaringly scarlet, from the heat, from the closeness of the laundry, the oppressive, tropical atmosphere of the cemented, low-ceilinged room.
I do not want to faint, she thought.
I must not faint.
I might be beaten.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )