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Had I not noted her glances, and the frightened turning away of her head when she had been discovered? Had I not sensed the slave in her body language, how she moved in the tunic, and turned, and straightened her body, and posed, pretending to be unaware of my eyes and those of Grunt, her master, upon her? Had I not seen how her small, lovely hands had sometimes gone to the chain on her neck? To be sure, some of the other girls, as well, were behaving similarly. - (Savages of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #79)

Yet, if I assessed her correctly, I thought, it would not be long. She was good slave stuff. I think that had been clear for days. Had I not noted her glances, and the frightened turning away of her head when she had been discovered? Had I not sensed the slave in her body language, how she moved in the tunic, and turned, and straightened her body, and posed, pretending to be unaware of my eyes and those of Grunt, her master, upon her? Had I not seen how her small, lovely hands had sometimes gone to the chain on her neck? To be sure, some of the other girls, as well, were behaving similarly. My favorite, however, and she most advanced, I was sure, was the lovely, former Miss Millicent Aubrey-Welles. I think that I had suspected these latencies in her even from the time I first saw her, suspended by the wrists, fully clothed, near the central block in the compound of the slaver in Kailiauk, Ram Seibar. The slavers, I thought, had done well. - (Savages of Gor)