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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

He then turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #711)
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1 711 He then View more quotes about turned">turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 708 Clearly she was not mute for she could utter sound, and she could not have been deaf, for she produced many of his sounds, though not all, with surprising fidelity.
1 709 He then supposed, as we later learned, that she must be a Gorean exotic, in this case a slave who has been raised without a language.
1 710 It did not occur to him at the time that she was from the Steel Worlds.
1 711 He then turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands.
1 712 She was well-curved.
1 713 He assumed she must be a slave, as she was enclosed with him.
1 714 Certainly her curves were worthy of an auction block, at least in a minor city.
Clearly she was not mute for she could utter sound, and she could not have been deaf, for she produced many of his sounds, though not all, with surprising fidelity. He then supposed, as we later learned, that she must be a Gorean exotic, in this case a slave who has been raised without a language. It did not occur to him at the time that she was from the Steel Worlds. He then turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands. She was well-curved. He assumed she must be a slave, as she was enclosed with him. Certainly her curves were worthy of an auction block, at least in a minor city. - (Kur of Gor)