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| 1 | 481 | No, I had not View more quotes about treated">treated her as would have a true Gorean. |
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| 1 | 478 | I smiled to myself. |
| 1 | 479 | The girl Elizabeth Cardwell, once a secretary in New York City, was one of the most delicious little wenches I had ever seen in slave silk. |
| 1 | 480 | Her thigh bore the brand of the four bosk horns. |
| 1 | 481 | No, I had not treated her as would have a true Gorean. |
| 1 | 482 | I had not brought her back in my collar, to serve my pleasures. |
| 1 | 483 | And, too, I knew that I had, in the fevered delirium attendant on my wounds, when I lay in the stern castle of the Tesephone, cried out her name. |
| 1 | 484 | This had shamed me, and was weakness. |