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I recalled the once-arrogant, cool, efficient Miss Margaret Wentworth whom I had met long ago, she in the guise of a slave, on the cold, rocky coast abutting the northern forests, after I had disembarked from a slaver's ship put spaceward days before, from the locks of a steel world, to keep a mysterious rendezvous. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #112)

"I am saving her for another," I said. "She is suitably helpless, piteously so," he said, "once suitably caressed". "I am pleased to hear it," I said. I recalled the once-arrogant, cool, efficient Miss Margaret Wentworth whom I had met long ago, she in the guise of a slave, on the cold, rocky coast abutting the northern forests, after I had disembarked from a slaver's ship put spaceward days before, from the locks of a steel world, to keep a mysterious rendezvous. I had taken the key to her collar from her and cast it into the chill waters of Thassa, that she might, whether free or not, know that the device was locked on her neck, and that she had no means wherewith to remove it. She then knew herself, though putatively free, truly collared. She had later been apprised of the bondage of which she had been hitherto unaware. - (Rebels of Gor)