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

I heard one of the girls cry out, "How beautiful she is!" I supposed a new female had been brought to the camp. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #294)
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15 294 I View more quotes about heard">heard one of the girls cry out, "How beautiful she is!" I supposed a new female had been brought to the camp.

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

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15 291 I had been kneeling before the board, ironing the tunics, which I would then fold and place to one side.
15 292 Behind the kitchen shed, I had not been able to see the alighting of the tarns.
15 293 I could hear, however, the delighted cries of the girls and the loud, warm, answering shouts of the men.
15 294 I heard one of the girls cry out, "How beautiful she is!" I supposed a new female had been brought to the camp.
15 295 Angrily I pressed one of the hot irons down on a work tunic, smoothing it.
15 296 I must remain behind the kitchen shed, working, while they were permitted to greet the men! I wondered if Inge would be there, perhaps smiling and waving to Rask of Treve! How furious I was! But I reminded myself that I hated him! In time the excitement, the cries and shouts, diminished, and I knew the men had dismounted, and any captives, perhaps bound, would have been sent to the tent of the women.
15 297 The girls, here and there, returned to their labors.
I had been kneeling before the board, ironing the tunics, which I would then fold and place to one side. Behind the kitchen shed, I had not been able to see the alighting of the tarns. I could hear, however, the delighted cries of the girls and the loud, warm, answering shouts of the men. I heard one of the girls cry out, "How beautiful she is!" I supposed a new female had been brought to the camp. Angrily I pressed one of the hot irons down on a work tunic, smoothing it. I must remain behind the kitchen shed, working, while they were permitted to greet the men! I wondered if Inge would be there, perhaps smiling and waving to Rask of Treve! How furious I was! But I reminded myself that I hated him! In time the excitement, the cries and shouts, diminished, and I knew the men had dismounted, and any captives, perhaps bound, would have been sent to the tent of the women. The girls, here and there, returned to their labors. - (Captive of Gor)