Book 17. (1 results) Savages of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 1219 | On it, dark and wet, moist in its fibers, were the marks of dew. |
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Book 17. (7 results) Savages of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 1216 | I tossed her the tunic. |
| 13 | 1217 | She knelt, holding it. |
| 13 | 1218 | It was tiny, in her hands. |
| 13 | 1219 | On it, dark and wet, moist in its fibers, were the marks of dew. |
| 13 | 1220 | She clutched the tunic, looking at me. |
| 13 | 1221 | She did not draw it on. |
| 13 | 1222 | "I am no longer a virgin, Master," she said. |
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I tossed her the tunic.
She knelt, holding it.
It was tiny, in her hands.
On it, dark and wet, moist in its fibers, were the marks of dew.
She clutched the tunic, looking at me.
She did not draw it on.
"I am no longer a virgin, Master," she said.
- (Savages of Gor, Chapter 13)