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Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)

In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #113)
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10 113 In the View more quotes about south">south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls.

Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)

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10 110 She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk.
10 111 She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold.
10 112 "High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bondmaids of Ivar Forkbeard.
10 113 In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls.
10 114 "Cold fish!" cried out Pudding.
10 115 "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips.
10 116 The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them.
She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk. She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold. "High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bondmaids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls. "Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips. The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. - (Marauders of Gor)