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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #630)
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1 630 It View more quotes about seemed">seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
1 627 "And who would send such a message, and why?" "I do not know," said Samos.
1 628 I idly observed the dancer.
1 629 Her eyes were on me.
1 630 It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked.
1 631 Her wrists were close together, as though confined by the links of slave bracelets.
1 632 She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit.
1 633 Men at the table clapped their hands on the wood, and looked at me.
"And who would send such a message, and why?" "I do not know," said Samos. I idly observed the dancer. Her eyes were on me. It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked. Her wrists were close together, as though confined by the links of slave bracelets. She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit. Men at the table clapped their hands on the wood, and looked at me. - (Tribesmen of Gor)