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

She seemed a shy, introverted girl, one who might, before her capture, have been much alone. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #497)
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10 497 She View more quotes about seemed">seemed a shy, introverted girl, one who might, before her capture, have been much alone.

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

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10 494 Some extended their bodies to him; some turned, to display themselves, provocatively; for he was obviously a desirable master; but others affected not to notice him; though I noticed that their bodies were held beautifully as he passed, particularly should he pause to regard them; other girls, perhaps newer to their collars, shrank back against the boards, trying to cover themselves; some regarded him with tears in their eyes; some with fear; some with open hostility; others with sullen resentment; all knew that he might, like any man, own them, completely.
10 495 To my surprise, he stopped before a dark-haired girl who sat with her legs drawn up, her arms about them, her ankles crossed; her cheek was laid across her knees; she seemed startled that the Forkbeard stopped before her; she looked up at him, frightened, and then put her face again down, across her knees, but now her eyes were frightened, and every inch of her seemed tense.
10 496 She looked up at him, but then could not meet his eyes.
10 497 She seemed a shy, introverted girl, one who might, before her capture, have been much alone.
10 498 Then she had been caught by slavers.
10 499 "I would make a poor slave, my Jarl," she whispered.
10 500 "What do you know of this girl?" asked the Forkbeard of the officer of Svein Blue Tooth, who was accompanying him.
Some extended their bodies to him; some turned, to display themselves, provocatively; for he was obviously a desirable master; but others affected not to notice him; though I noticed that their bodies were held beautifully as he passed, particularly should he pause to regard them; other girls, perhaps newer to their collars, shrank back against the boards, trying to cover themselves; some regarded him with tears in their eyes; some with fear; some with open hostility; others with sullen resentment; all knew that he might, like any man, own them, completely. To my surprise, he stopped before a dark-haired girl who sat with her legs drawn up, her arms about them, her ankles crossed; her cheek was laid across her knees; she seemed startled that the Forkbeard stopped before her; she looked up at him, frightened, and then put her face again down, across her knees, but now her eyes were frightened, and every inch of her seemed tense. She looked up at him, but then could not meet his eyes. She seemed a shy, introverted girl, one who might, before her capture, have been much alone. Then she had been caught by slavers. "I would make a poor slave, my Jarl," she whispered. "What do you know of this girl?" asked the Forkbeard of the officer of Svein Blue Tooth, who was accompanying him. - (Marauders of Gor)