"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "Who are you? Is this some bizarre joke?" "No," I said, "It is not a joke. She turned white. "Let me go," she said.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes, terribly," she said, uncertainly. I threw her what was left of the crust of bread. It stuck the slave mat before her. She reached for it. "Do not use your hands," I told her. "I am a free woman," she said. "Place the palms of your hands down on the mat and lower your head and eat," I said. "I am a free woman" she said. "Eat," I told her.
She ate as I had instructed her not using her hands. I then placed a pan of water within her reach. "Drink" I told her. She then drank as she had eaten not using her hands. I then removed the pan of water from her, threw out the water that had been left and put the pan aside. I then again returned to my place and sat down, cross-legged, behind the small table. She looked at me. I did not think she was displeased to have eaten and drunk.
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