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She crumpled piteously against the wall, weeping. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #176)

"You would do this to me?" she asked, her voice a frightened whisper. "Within two nights," I said, "you will stand stripped on the block at Ar and be sold to the highest bidder". "No, no, no," she whimpered, and her tortured body refused to sustain her any longer. She crumpled piteously against the wall, weeping. This was more than I had counted on, and I had to resist an urge to comfort her, to tell her that I would not hurt her, that she was safe, but, mindful of Linna and Andreas, and the poor wretches in the Amusements, I restrained my compassion. Indeed, as I thought of the cruel Tatrix, of what she had done, I wondered if, in fact, I should not take her to Ar and dispose of her on the Street of Brands. Surely she would be more harmless in the Pleasure Gardens of a tarnsman than on the throne of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor)