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"Let her alone! She is a poor, helpless slave! She cannot even speak!" He hobbled a step toward me, as though he might intervene, but the first man, with a bitter laugh, and a sweep of his foot, kicked the crutch from under him and he fell heavily, awkwardly, to the walkway. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #90)

I was lifted by one man, and the tunic was torn to my waist by another. Bruno of Torcadino put out his hand. "Please do not, kind, noble masters," he said. "Let her alone! She is a poor, helpless slave! She cannot even speak!" He hobbled a step toward me, as though he might intervene, but the first man, with a bitter laugh, and a sweep of his foot, kicked the crutch from under him and he fell heavily, awkwardly, to the walkway. Bruno of Torcadino reached out to retrieve the crutch, but the first man kicked it several feet down the walkway. Bearded faces were thrust against mine, tearing at my face. My lips were thrust back against my teeth. - (Quarry of Gor)