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In time, after scouting the terrain of the rock, perhaps searching for clues as to my meaning or identity, the tall man in scarlet returned to face me. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #657)

It was not my fault I could not speak to him! But then, as he looked about the field, and the rock, I, in that large, rude circle torn in the turf, put my head down, alone, miserable. I was small in the grass, alone. I knelt helpless, an ignorant barbarian girl, naked and bound, who could not even speak to her captor, on a strange world. In time, after scouting the terrain of the rock, perhaps searching for clues as to my meaning or identity, the tall man in scarlet returned to face me. It was late afternoon. I looked up at him, and trembled. He took me by the hair and threw me to my belly in the grass at his feet. - (Slave Girl of Gor)