Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 79 | 528 | "View more quotes about surely">Surely their schemes were foiled," said the brunette, "when we were removed from the Prison Moon. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 79 | 525 | "You were picked for me, and put with me, you must understand," he said, angrily, "in accordance not with my will, or yours, or ours, but in accordance with the will of others". |
| 79 | 526 | "What difference should it make?" "Should it not make a difference?" "No!" she cried. |
| 79 | 527 | "Perhaps it does," he said, angrily. |
| 79 | 528 | "Surely their schemes were foiled," said the brunette, "when we were removed from the Prison Moon. |
| 79 | 529 | Perhaps I was once the tool of someone or something to demean or destroy you, or serve some purpose not known to me, I do not know, but I am no longer such. |
| 79 | 530 | I am now only a female slave, though perhaps one still well matched, through no fault of her own, to your bracelets and chain. |
| 79 | 531 | So, can you not now accept me as a gift, if nothing else, as a pretty pebble you might stoop to pick up, as a small silken animal you find at your feet, her neck on your leash?" "I think, indeed," said Cabot, "we were well matched, I as master to your slave, you as slave to my master". |
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"You were picked for me, and put with me, you must understand," he said, angrily, "in accordance not with my will, or yours, or ours, but in accordance with the will of others".
"What difference should it make?" "Should it not make a difference?" "No!" she cried.
"Perhaps it does," he said, angrily.
"Surely their schemes were foiled," said the brunette, "when we were removed from the Prison Moon.
Perhaps I was once the tool of someone or something to demean or destroy you, or serve some purpose not known to me, I do not know, but I am no longer such.
I am now only a female slave, though perhaps one still well matched, through no fault of her own, to your bracelets and chain.
So, can you not now accept me as a gift, if nothing else, as a pretty pebble you might stoop to pick up, as a small silken animal you find at your feet, her neck on your leash?" "I think, indeed," said Cabot, "we were well matched, I as master to your slave, you as slave to my master".
- (Kur of Gor)