Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 287 | View more quotes about ellen">Ellen clutched the veil about her, shawl-like. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 284 | And here, on this world, she, a woman of Earth, a woman of education and sophistication, that behind her now, would soon be thrust through silken curtains, sent to torchlit sand, to dance barefoot, belled, silked and bangled, as no more than an adorned slave before barbarians! I am from Earth, she thought, in misery. |
| 24 | 285 | I will never be able to please them. |
| 24 | 286 | "Lois," said the interior whip master, and, as Adele returned, her head thrown back, gasping, but obviously delighted, Lois hurried through the silk, onto the sand. |
| 24 | 287 | Ellen clutched the veil about her, shawl-like. |
| 24 | 288 | "Face me," said Feike. |
| 24 | 289 | The two girls knelt facing one another, and Feike, having recourse to the tiny pans and dishes, and the pencil-like applicators on the low cosmetics table, applied her skills to the countenance of the barbarian. |
| 24 | 290 | "Purse your lips," said Feike, "hold still". |
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And here, on this world, she, a woman of Earth, a woman of education and sophistication, that behind her now, would soon be thrust through silken curtains, sent to torchlit sand, to dance barefoot, belled, silked and bangled, as no more than an adorned slave before barbarians! I am from Earth, she thought, in misery.
I will never be able to please them.
"Lois," said the interior whip master, and, as Adele returned, her head thrown back, gasping, but obviously delighted, Lois hurried through the silk, onto the sand.
Ellen clutched the veil about her, shawl-like.
"Face me," said Feike.
The two girls knelt facing one another, and Feike, having recourse to the tiny pans and dishes, and the pencil-like applicators on the low cosmetics table, applied her skills to the countenance of the barbarian.
"Purse your lips," said Feike, "hold still".
- (Prize of Gor)