I have no language to express the high excitement and deep anxiety which were felt among us poor slaves during this time.

If Carolyn did not begin showing more respect for her body, she would make a very poor slave indeed.

"You would probably make a poor slave," he said.

And you were always a poor slave who never knew his place.

The poor slaves who stood atop the mound were too drugged to run.

So then the poor old slave undid a chest and brought out this dress.

What those poor bewil-dered slaves must be thinking now, she could not even begin to guess.

But obviously he was only teasing these poor slaves for the entertainment of the guests.

He wouldn't contribute to the degradation of these poor slaves.

Our poor male slave was the only one barefoot among us, or at least he had been until the mud corrected all that.