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Yes, she was a pretty slave, and the small, diaphanous veil, now with its bit of blood in the silk, where the young nomad's teeth had cut her lip, given her nudity, was a delightful irony. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #132)

Then she decided to stop struggling. "You had best hurry," said one of the fellows, "for Aya will wonder about where you are". She then, in misery, before the men, redoubled her efforts to free herself. Yes, she was a pretty slave, and the small, diaphanous veil, now with its bit of blood in the silk, where the young nomad's teeth had cut her lip, given her nudity, was a delightful irony. I conjectured that Miss Priscilla Blake-Allen, on Earth, had never expected to find herself in such a position. But then, of course, she had never expected to be a slave, and on another world; she would not have known that she was on some slaver's list, and perhaps even from puberty; I was pleased with their judgment; I thought that, in time, given greater familiarity with her collar, the former Miss Blake-Allen would make an excellent slave. It was more than ten Ehn before she had managed, to the amusement of the camp, to free herself. - (Tribesmen of Gor)