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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and turned her head forward, and held it deliberately, fixedly, in that attitude, and kept her eyes, too, squarely ahead, not so much as glancing to the side. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #28)
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29 28 "Yes, View more quotes about master">Master," she said, frightened, and turned her head forward, and held it deliberately, fixedly, in that attitude, and kept her eyes, too, squarely ahead, not so much as glancing to the side.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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29 25 "Do not toss your head at me!" said Ellen.
29 26 "I have a tunic! You are only a naked slave! You are naked! Naked! Only a naked slave, publicly marched on a chain, exposed on a common road!" The slave cast a furious glance at her but the fellow about whose pommel was looped the chain put back his head and laughed loudly, and gave the chain a little, admonitory shake.
29 27 "Eyes front, Marga," he commanded her.
29 28 "Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and turned her head forward, and held it deliberately, fixedly, in that attitude, and kept her eyes, too, squarely ahead, not so much as glancing to the side.
29 29 Ellen was muchly pleased by this.
29 30 She laughed delightedly, but muchly to herself.
29 31 She is afraid, she thought.
"Do not toss your head at me!" said Ellen. "I have a tunic! You are only a naked slave! You are naked! Naked! Only a naked slave, publicly marched on a chain, exposed on a common road!" The slave cast a furious glance at her but the fellow about whose pommel was looped the chain put back his head and laughed loudly, and gave the chain a little, admonitory shake. "Eyes front, Marga," he commanded her. "Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and turned her head forward, and held it deliberately, fixedly, in that attitude, and kept her eyes, too, squarely ahead, not so much as glancing to the side. Ellen was muchly pleased by this. She laughed delightedly, but muchly to herself. She is afraid, she thought. - (Prize of Gor)