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Book 13. (1 results) Explorers of Gor (Individual Quote)

And so, too, in fearful desperation, too trying to maintain her footing, her hands braceleted, too, behind her, fearfully, tearfully, supplicatingly sought the canoe her fellow slave, the terrified, distraught dark-haired girl. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #275)
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48 275 And so, too, in View more quotes about fearful">fearful desperation, too trying to maintain her footing, her hands braceleted, too, behind her, fearfully, tearfully, supplicatingly sought the canoe her fellow slave, the terrified, distraught dark-haired girl.

Book 13. (7 results) Explorers of Gor (Context Quote)

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48 272 The prow of the canoe swung slowly toward the center of the river.
48 273 "Do not leave us!" cried the blonde.
48 274 She struggled to her feet and, trying to keep her footing, slipping, waded splashing, wildly, her hands braceleted behind her, to the side of the canoe.
48 275 And so, too, in fearful desperation, too trying to maintain her footing, her hands braceleted, too, behind her, fearfully, tearfully, supplicatingly sought the canoe her fellow slave, the terrified, distraught dark-haired girl.
48 276 The canoe was now in waist-deep water.
48 277 The blonde, wading beside it, crying, thrust her body against its side.
48 278 "Please," she begged, "please!" Both the girls still wore the vine collars on their throats, which the small people had affixed on them, that they might be fastened more easily at the fallen tree.
The prow of the canoe swung slowly toward the center of the river. "Do not leave us!" cried the blonde. She struggled to her feet and, trying to keep her footing, slipping, waded splashing, wildly, her hands braceleted behind her, to the side of the canoe. And so, too, in fearful desperation, too trying to maintain her footing, her hands braceleted, too, behind her, fearfully, tearfully, supplicatingly sought the canoe her fellow slave, the terrified, distraught dark-haired girl. The canoe was now in waist-deep water. The blonde, wading beside it, crying, thrust her body against its side. "Please," she begged, "please!" Both the girls still wore the vine collars on their throats, which the small people had affixed on them, that they might be fastened more easily at the fallen tree. - (Explorers of Gor)