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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

I was then, following my relief, again stricken, suddenly, miserably, with the guilt I had so long nursed, having to do with my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 63, Sentence #444)
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63 444 I was then, View more quotes about following">following my relief, again stricken, suddenly, miserably, with the guilt I had so long nursed, having to do with my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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63 441 There was then a creak of the wagon wheels, those of our wagon, and the wagon was turning toward the Viktel Aria.
63 442 We felt the chains on our necks lift a little.
63 443 It was a good feeling, to know that we were safe, that danger was past.
63 444 I was then, following my relief, again stricken, suddenly, miserably, with the guilt I had so long nursed, having to do with my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus.
63 445 I was torn between my desire to tell Paula what I had done and beg her forgiveness, and my fear of her finding out what I had done, and what sort of person I was.
63 446 How could she ever respect me, or care for me, again, if she should find out what I had done? How could I risk losing her? With what hatred, and loathing, would she view me, if she should learn of what I had done! And yet it seemed I must speak to her.
63 447 How could she be my friend, if she did not know? And how could she be my friend if she knew? "—Paula," I said.
There was then a creak of the wagon wheels, those of our wagon, and the wagon was turning toward the Viktel Aria. We felt the chains on our necks lift a little. It was a good feeling, to know that we were safe, that danger was past. I was then, following my relief, again stricken, suddenly, miserably, with the guilt I had so long nursed, having to do with my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus. I was torn between my desire to tell Paula what I had done and beg her forgiveness, and my fear of her finding out what I had done, and what sort of person I was. How could she ever respect me, or care for me, again, if she should find out what I had done? How could I risk losing her? With what hatred, and loathing, would she view me, if she should learn of what I had done! And yet it seemed I must speak to her. How could she be my friend, if she did not know? And how could she be my friend if she knew? "—Paula," I said. - (Plunder of Gor)