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

I had not realized until then that she was truly a slave. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #748)
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5 748 I had not realized View more quotes about until">until then that she was truly a slave.

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

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5 745 Did the girl, in Lydius, truly think I would have freed her, yielding to her pleadings, I, in whose veins flowed Gorean blood, whose tarn she had cost him? I had not slain her.
5 746 What a pretty little fool she was! I recalled her pleading that I buy her.
5 747 Only a slave would so plead.
5 748 I had not realized until then that she was truly a slave.
5 749 I recalled, to my chagrin, that once, long ago, we had thought we had cared for one another.
5 750 I recalled that once, in delirium, in weakness, when poison had burned in my body, I had cried out for her to love me.
5 751 But when, long later, after I had learned the lessons of Torvaldsland, I ridded myself of the poison in the cleansing delirium of the antidote, I had not cried out, in weakness, for her love, begging it, but rather, in strength, laughing, had collared her, putting her to my feet and making her my slave.
Did the girl, in Lydius, truly think I would have freed her, yielding to her pleadings, I, in whose veins flowed Gorean blood, whose tarn she had cost him? I had not slain her. What a pretty little fool she was! I recalled her pleading that I buy her. Only a slave would so plead. I had not realized until then that she was truly a slave. I recalled, to my chagrin, that once, long ago, we had thought we had cared for one another. I recalled that once, in delirium, in weakness, when poison had burned in my body, I had cried out for her to love me. But when, long later, after I had learned the lessons of Torvaldsland, I ridded myself of the poison in the cleansing delirium of the antidote, I had not cried out, in weakness, for her love, begging it, but rather, in strength, laughing, had collared her, putting her to my feet and making her my slave. - (Tribesmen of Gor)