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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #170)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 170 With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 167 She cursed me, her greenish eyes blazing with hatred.
7 168 "Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried.
7 169 "I will show you how I treat the most treacherous wench on all Gor," I exclaimed, releasing her wrist.
7 170 With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees.
7 171 Among the trees, on the clover, I threw her to my feet.
7 172 She tried frantically to readjust the folds of her veil, but with both hands I tore it fully away, and she lay at my feet, as it is said on Gor, face-stripped.
7 173 A marvelous cascade of hair, as black as the wing of my tarn, loosened behind her, falling to the ground.
She cursed me, her greenish eyes blazing with hatred. "Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried. "I will show you how I treat the most treacherous wench on all Gor," I exclaimed, releasing her wrist. With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees. Among the trees, on the clover, I threw her to my feet. She tried frantically to readjust the folds of her veil, but with both hands I tore it fully away, and she lay at my feet, as it is said on Gor, face-stripped. A marvelous cascade of hair, as black as the wing of my tarn, loosened behind her, falling to the ground. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7)