Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 320 | His View more quotes about head">head was high, his eyes were shrewd and clear, those of a warrior. |
| 28 | 321 | "She is yours, Master," said the auctioneer to Clitus Vitellius. |
| 28 | 322 | I knelt at his feet, joyfully. |
| 28 | 323 | He would now free me, and take me as his companion. |
| 28 | 324 | He put aside his shield and spear, to lift me to my feet as his equal. |
| 28 | 325 | "Your whip," said Clitus Vitellius to the auctioneer. |
| 28 | 326 | "You did not wish her whipped," he said. |
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His head was high, his eyes were shrewd and clear, those of a warrior.
"She is yours, Master," said the auctioneer to Clitus Vitellius.
I knelt at his feet, joyfully.
He would now free me, and take me as his companion.
He put aside his shield and spear, to lift me to my feet as his equal.
"Your whip," said Clitus Vitellius to the auctioneer.
"You did not wish her whipped," he said.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)