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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

My hands were in the cold water, immersing the fabric, and lifting it and wringing it, and pounding it on the rock, and immersing it again, in simple, ancient rhythms. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #521)
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8 521 My View more quotes about hands">hands were in the cold water, immersing the fabric, and lifting it and wringing it, and pounding it on the rock, and immersing it again, in simple, ancient rhythms.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 518 But I felt there was now something different.
8 519 I listened to them chat gaily together, pounding and rinsing the fabrics, in the sunlight, at the edge of that swift stream.
8 520 And I, too, Elinor Brinton, worked with them.
8 521 My hands were in the cold water, immersing the fabric, and lifting it and wringing it, and pounding it on the rock, and immersing it again, in simple, ancient rhythms.
8 522 What was it that was different? I wore my camisk, belted with leather, binding leather, suitable for securing a woman, naught else.
8 523 I knelt as they.
8 524 I worked as they.
But I felt there was now something different. I listened to them chat gaily together, pounding and rinsing the fabrics, in the sunlight, at the edge of that swift stream. And I, too, Elinor Brinton, worked with them. My hands were in the cold water, immersing the fabric, and lifting it and wringing it, and pounding it on the rock, and immersing it again, in simple, ancient rhythms. What was it that was different? I wore my camisk, belted with leather, binding leather, suitable for securing a woman, naught else. I knelt as they. I worked as they. - (Captive of Gor)