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Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)

How frightful if, at one time or another, they might not be aware of my presence! How bothersome that would be! Well, they had little to worry about now! I could not move a step without those bells marking my every move! As instructed, I had crawled, unfed, to the kitchen. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #299)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
40 299 How frightful if, at one View more quotes about time">time or another, they might not be aware of my presence! How bothersome that would be! Well, they had little to worry about now! I could not move a step without those bells marking my every move! As instructed, I had crawled, unfed, to the kitchen.

Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)

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40 296 It seems I had been too inquisitive.
40 297 "We will have to find a way to keep track of you," had said Florian.
40 298 It seemed he did not care for the way I "sneaked about".
40 299 How frightful if, at one time or another, they might not be aware of my presence! How bothersome that would be! Well, they had little to worry about now! I could not move a step without those bells marking my every move! As instructed, I had crawled, unfed, to the kitchen.
40 300 There, chained by the neck to a ring, I had waited while hearing the noises of the feasting, the songs and shouts of men, the glad cries of slaves, rejoicing in their sharing of the feast.
40 301 At last, the instructions for the kitchen master had reached the kitchen.
40 302 I was to be given two spoons of slave gruel, after which I was to be belled and put to bed in my cage.
It seems I had been too inquisitive. "We will have to find a way to keep track of you," had said Florian. It seemed he did not care for the way I "sneaked about". How frightful if, at one time or another, they might not be aware of my presence! How bothersome that would be! Well, they had little to worry about now! I could not move a step without those bells marking my every move! As instructed, I had crawled, unfed, to the kitchen. There, chained by the neck to a ring, I had waited while hearing the noises of the feasting, the songs and shouts of men, the glad cries of slaves, rejoicing in their sharing of the feast. At last, the instructions for the kitchen master had reached the kitchen. I was to be given two spoons of slave gruel, after which I was to be belled and put to bed in my cage. - (Quarry of Gor)