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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

Did they contain enemies, with steel, approaching even now? Might we be set upon, ambushed or attacked? There was a rustle in a thicket of brush, at which the man had been directing his attention. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #1045)
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2 1045 Did they contain enemies, with View more quotes about steel">steel, approaching even now? Might we be set upon, ambushed or attacked? There was a rustle in a thicket of brush, at which the man had been directing his attention.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

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2 1042 That he had erased the signs of the camp, that he had taken these precautions, suggested to me that we stood now in a region within which there might be those who would be hostile to him, that at our peril we trespassed now in what might be a country of enemies.
2 1043 I shuddered.
2 1044 I looked about myself, with apprehension, at the shadows of the trees and branches.
2 1045 Did they contain enemies, with steel, approaching even now? Might we be set upon, ambushed or attacked? There was a rustle in a thicket of brush, at which the man had been directing his attention.
2 1046 I almost cried out with fear.
2 1047 I sank miserably to my knees.
2 1048 I tried to take his left leg in my hands, to hold him, but, with the butt of his spear, he thrust me back and away.
That he had erased the signs of the camp, that he had taken these precautions, suggested to me that we stood now in a region within which there might be those who would be hostile to him, that at our peril we trespassed now in what might be a country of enemies. I shuddered. I looked about myself, with apprehension, at the shadows of the trees and branches. Did they contain enemies, with steel, approaching even now? Might we be set upon, ambushed or attacked? There was a rustle in a thicket of brush, at which the man had been directing his attention. I almost cried out with fear. I sank miserably to my knees. I tried to take his left leg in my hands, to hold him, but, with the butt of his spear, he thrust me back and away. - (Slave Girl of Gor)