Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 4 | His right hand held a sword. |
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Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 26 | 1 | I Make the Lady Florence my Prisoner; We Flee Through the Tunnels There was a tearing of cloth. |
| 26 | 2 | "No!" she cried, twisting away from him, terrified, running to the wall. |
| 26 | 3 | He beckoned to her with his left hand. |
| 26 | 4 | His right hand held a sword. |
| 26 | 5 | "Come here, my beauty," he coaxed her. |
| 26 | 6 | "No, please!" she cried. |
| 26 | 7 | She was breathing heavily. |
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I Make the Lady Florence my Prisoner; We Flee Through the Tunnels There was a tearing of cloth.
"No!" she cried, twisting away from him, terrified, running to the wall.
He beckoned to her with his left hand.
His right hand held a sword.
"Come here, my beauty," he coaxed her.
"No, please!" she cried.
She was breathing heavily.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 26)