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

22 horts, 16 horts, 22 horts!" he cried, jabbing me with the whip. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #264)
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13 264 22 horts, 16 horts, 22 horts!" he View more quotes about cried">cried, jabbing me with the whip.

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

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13 261 Some men conversed among themselves, not noticing me.
13 262 I hated them! I did not wish to be looked upon, but they did not look upon me! "Examine this beauty," said the auctioneer, indicating me with his whip.
13 263 "Consider the perfection of her block measurements.
13 264 22 horts, 16 horts, 22 horts!" he cried, jabbing me with the whip.
13 265 "Fourteen copper tarsks," called a man.
13 266 "Fourteen!" cried the auctioneer.
13 267 "But can the house let this little beauty slip its collar for a mere fourteen tarsks? Say, no, Noble Sirs!" "Fifteen," said a man.
Some men conversed among themselves, not noticing me. I hated them! I did not wish to be looked upon, but they did not look upon me! "Examine this beauty," said the auctioneer, indicating me with his whip. "Consider the perfection of her block measurements. 22 horts, 16 horts, 22 horts!" he cried, jabbing me with the whip. "Fourteen copper tarsks," called a man. "Fourteen!" cried the auctioneer. "But can the house let this little beauty slip its collar for a mere fourteen tarsks? Say, no, Noble Sirs!" "Fifteen," said a man. - (Slave Girl of Gor)