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Again it seemed to her that he might be startled, or surprised, perhaps even astonished, looking upon her. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #480)

Did she not know her beauty was public? Had she not learned that, forcibly and clearly, in the Kettle Market in Ar, on Targo's sales shelf? It seemed she was being regarded as a mere, interesting, sleek animal, perhaps as a very special sort of tarsk or kaiila. How could he look at her in that fashion? How dare he look at her in that fashion? Then she recalled she was slave. When again their eyes met it seemed that it might be as though he were seeing her for the first time. Again it seemed to her that he might be startled, or surprised, perhaps even astonished, looking upon her. But this was not an astonishment, not now, at seeing her here, in the camp, that she should be here, but an astonishment, it seemed, that she was now as she was, was now as he found her to be. Had she changed so much, she wondered. Perhaps he did not recognize her? "Wine, slave!" called a fellow from another group. - (Prize of Gor)