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

I hated her! I threw the piece of binding fiber, which I had been carrying for the snare, which I had not set, into the brush. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #409)
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13 409 I View more quotes about hated">hated her! I threw the piece of binding fiber, which I had been carrying for the snare, which I had not set, into the brush.

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 406 She could be slave again! I remembered she had once thonged me by the nose ring.
13 407 I hated her.
13 408 We would find out who was more clever.
13 409 I hated her! I threw the piece of binding fiber, which I had been carrying for the snare, which I had not set, into the brush.
13 410 "Greetings, Ute," said I, smiling.
13 411 "Tal, El-in-or," smiled Ute, looking up from her work.
13 412 She was trying, with a pointed stick, to round a pit in a new board for a new fire drill.
She could be slave again! I remembered she had once thonged me by the nose ring. I hated her. We would find out who was more clever. I hated her! I threw the piece of binding fiber, which I had been carrying for the snare, which I had not set, into the brush. "Greetings, Ute," said I, smiling. "Tal, El-in-or," smiled Ute, looking up from her work. She was trying, with a pointed stick, to round a pit in a new board for a new fire drill. - (Captive of Gor)