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

Had she been picked up? That must not be! She must be here, somewhere! Surely none who knew her, and what she was, who knew her true nature, would deign to fish such garbage out of the water! Unless to deliver her, to her horror, to me for my vengeance! Our own galley was subsiding. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #729)
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22 729 Had she been View more quotes about picked">picked up? That must not be! She must be here, somewhere! Surely none who knew her, and what she was, who knew her true nature, would deign to fish such garbage out of the water! Unless to deliver her, to her horror, to me for my vengeance! Our own galley was subsiding.

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

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22 726 I must search further! I returned to my own galley.
22 727 She, too, was foundering, and would soon sink.
22 728 I was furious! Where was the slave? Might she be in the water? Many ships were about.
22 729 Had she been picked up? That must not be! She must be here, somewhere! Surely none who knew her, and what she was, who knew her true nature, would deign to fish such garbage out of the water! Unless to deliver her, to her horror, to me for my vengeance! Our own galley was subsiding.
22 730 My men, on my command, swam to a ship of Port Kar.
22 731 Not I, however.
22 732 I remained on our galley, its deck pitching and awash.
I must search further! I returned to my own galley. She, too, was foundering, and would soon sink. I was furious! Where was the slave? Might she be in the water? Many ships were about. Had she been picked up? That must not be! She must be here, somewhere! Surely none who knew her, and what she was, who knew her true nature, would deign to fish such garbage out of the water! Unless to deliver her, to her horror, to me for my vengeance! Our own galley was subsiding. My men, on my command, swam to a ship of Port Kar. Not I, however. I remained on our galley, its deck pitching and awash. - (Slave Girl of Gor)