Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 604 | "I see, sir," said the newcomer, who was understood to be the free woman, the Lady Tipa, but was presumably Boots's Bina, usually the companion and confidante of the Brigella, "that you well know how to put a slave through her paces". |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 601 | "She cannot be allowed to see me like this. |
| 6 | 602 | What, oh, what, shall I do? Where can I hide?" "Quickly," cried Boots, "here, beneath my robes!" Swiftly, on her knees, wildly, knowing not what else to do, the girl had scrambled to Boots. |
| 6 | 603 | In a moment she was concealed beneath his robes, on her knees, only her calves and feet thrust out from beneath their hem. |
| 6 | 604 | "I see, sir," said the newcomer, who was understood to be the free woman, the Lady Tipa, but was presumably Boots's Bina, usually the companion and confidante of the Brigella, "that you well know how to put a slave through her paces". |
| 6 | 605 | "Why, thank you, noble lady," said Boots. |
| 6 | 606 | "I did not get a good look at her as I approached," said the Bina. |
| 6 | 607 | "Is she pretty?" "Some might think her passable," said Boots, "but compared to yourself her beauty is doubtless no more than that of a she-urt to that of the preferred slave of a Ubar". |
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"She cannot be allowed to see me like this.
What, oh, what, shall I do? Where can I hide?" "Quickly," cried Boots, "here, beneath my robes!" Swiftly, on her knees, wildly, knowing not what else to do, the girl had scrambled to Boots.
In a moment she was concealed beneath his robes, on her knees, only her calves and feet thrust out from beneath their hem.
"I see, sir," said the newcomer, who was understood to be the free woman, the Lady Tipa, but was presumably Boots's Bina, usually the companion and confidante of the Brigella, "that you well know how to put a slave through her paces".
"Why, thank you, noble lady," said Boots.
"I did not get a good look at her as I approached," said the Bina.
"Is she pretty?" "Some might think her passable," said Boots, "but compared to yourself her beauty is doubtless no more than that of a she-urt to that of the preferred slave of a Ubar".
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 6)