Slowly, by an act of will, in cold fury, movement by movement, the man struggled unsteadily to his feet.
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There was a terrible fury in his eyes.
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"pity?" he asked.
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"Me?" "Yes," I said.
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"You have fallen.
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You cannot rise.
"I pity you".
Slowly, by an act of will, in cold fury, movement by movement, the man struggled unsteadily to his feet.
There was a terrible fury in his eyes.
"pity?" he asked.
"Me?" "Yes," I said.
"You have fallen.
You cannot rise.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )