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| 4 | 701 | "Don't View more quotes about hurt">hurt me," she begged. |
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| 4 | 698 | Then she cried out, "La Kajira! La Kajira!" This was a bit of Gorean known to her. |
| 4 | 699 | 'I am a slave girl. |
| 4 | 700 | ' Ulafi, with his dagger, but not cutting her, put it first to her right ear, and then to the side of her small nose, and then to the left ear. |
| 4 | 701 | "Don't hurt me," she begged. |
| 4 | 702 | "I'm sorry I lied! Forgive me, forgive me! La Kajira! La Kajira!" Ulafi stood up, replacing the dagger in his sash. |
| 4 | 703 | The girl had now learned that her feet might be cut off for running away, that her ears and nose might be cut from her for lying. |
| 4 | 704 | She was still an ignorant girl, of course, but she now knew a little more of what it might be to be a slave on Gor. |