Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 96 | "You will View more quotes about look">look pretty with a ring in your nose!" she would cry. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 93 | Never did she do so again when I was nearby. |
| 15 | 94 | She seemed to leave the distressed, red-eyed Aphris of Turia alone, perhaps because she was Turian, perhaps because she had no grievance against her. |
| 15 | 95 | "Where now is the pelt of the red larl, Slave?" Tuka would taunt Elizabeth, threatening her with the bosk stick. |
| 15 | 96 | "You will look pretty with a ring in your nose!" she would cry. |
| 15 | 97 | "You will like your collar! Wait until you feel the iron, Slave—like Tuka!" Kamchak never reproved Tuka, but I would silence her when I was present. |
| 15 | 98 | Elizabeth endured the insults as though paying no attention, but sometimes at night I could hear her sobbing. |
| 15 | 99 | * * * * I searched among the wagons long before I found, sitting cross-legged beneath a wagon, wrapped in a worn bosk robe, his weapons at hand folded in leather, the young man whose name was Harold, the blond-haired, blue-eyed fellow who had been so victimized by Hereena, she of the First Wagon, who had fallen spoils to Turia in the games of Love War. |
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Never did she do so again when I was nearby.
She seemed to leave the distressed, red-eyed Aphris of Turia alone, perhaps because she was Turian, perhaps because she had no grievance against her.
"Where now is the pelt of the red larl, Slave?" Tuka would taunt Elizabeth, threatening her with the bosk stick.
"You will look pretty with a ring in your nose!" she would cry.
"You will like your collar! Wait until you feel the iron, Slave—like Tuka!" Kamchak never reproved Tuka, but I would silence her when I was present.
Elizabeth endured the insults as though paying no attention, but sometimes at night I could hear her sobbing.
* * * * I searched among the wagons long before I found, sitting cross-legged beneath a wagon, wrapped in a worn bosk robe, his weapons at hand folded in leather, the young man whose name was Harold, the blond-haired, blue-eyed fellow who had been so victimized by Hereena, she of the First Wagon, who had fallen spoils to Turia in the games of Love War.
- (Nomads of Gor)