Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
25
131
Slowly she lifted her head and shook it, a small beautiful movement that threw her hair back from her face.
Slowly she lifted her head and shook it, a small beautiful movement that threw her hair back from her face.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #131)
Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
25
128
Her wrists of course were still bound.
25
129
She was very beautiful and the brief rags that were all that remained of her once long and lovely garment left little of her beauty to conjecture.
25
130
She struggled to her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her hair falling over her head to the floor of the shaft.
25
131
Slowly she lifted her head and shook it, a small beautiful movement that threw her hair back from her face.
25
132
Her eyes fell on me and opened wide in disbelief.
25
133
Her lips trembled but no word escaped them.
25
134
"Is it the custom of the proud women of Treve," I asked, "to appear so scantily clad before men?" She looked down at the brief rags she wore, insufficient even for a slave girl, and at her bound wrists.
Her wrists of course were still bound.
She was very beautiful and the brief rags that were all that remained of her once long and lovely garment left little of her beauty to conjecture.
She struggled to her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her hair falling over her head to the floor of the shaft.
Slowly she lifted her head and shook it, a small beautiful movement that threw her hair back from her face.
Her eyes fell on me and opened wide in disbelief.
Her lips trembled but no word escaped them.
"Is it the custom of the proud women of Treve," I asked, "to appear so scantily clad before men?" She looked down at the brief rags she wore, insufficient even for a slave girl, and at her bound wrists.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 25)