Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 479 | The little secretary, I thought to myself, so far from her pencils, the typewriter, the desk calendars and steno pads—so far from her world—so helpless, so much at Kamchak's mercy and this night, should I choose, at mine. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 476 | "Why not?" she asked. |
| 12 | 477 | What could I tell her? She was lovely, but yet in her condition piteous. |
| 12 | 478 | I felt moved on her behalf. |
| 12 | 479 | The little secretary, I thought to myself, so far from her pencils, the typewriter, the desk calendars and steno pads—so far from her world—so helpless, so much at Kamchak's mercy and this night, should I choose, at mine. |
| 12 | 480 | "You are only a little barbarian," I said to her. |
| 12 | 481 | Somehow I thought of her still as the frightened girl in the yellow shift—caught up in games of war and intrigue beyond her comprehension and, to a great extent, mine. |
| 12 | 482 | She was to be protected, sheltered, treated with kindness, reassured. |
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"Why not?" she asked.
What could I tell her? She was lovely, but yet in her condition piteous.
I felt moved on her behalf.
The little secretary, I thought to myself, so far from her pencils, the typewriter, the desk calendars and steno pads—so far from her world—so helpless, so much at Kamchak's mercy and this night, should I choose, at mine.
"You are only a little barbarian," I said to her.
Somehow I thought of her still as the frightened girl in the yellow shift—caught up in games of war and intrigue beyond her comprehension and, to a great extent, mine.
She was to be protected, sheltered, treated with kindness, reassured.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 12)