Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 771 | "Though I may be a slave in my heart," cried the Brigella, leaping to her feet, "I am surely not a legal slave and thus, as yet, am bond to neither you nor any man!" "Many are the slaves who do not yet wear their collars," said Boots, meditatively, and then, suddenly, turned about and, to the amusement of the men in the audience, to sudden bursts of laughter, stared directly at the outspoken, troublesome, arrogant free woman standing in the front row, below the stage. |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 6 | 768 | "Will you not then accept me as a free companion, noble sir?" called the Brigella to Boots, in his guise as the merchant. |
| 6 | 769 | "It is the collar for you, or nothing," said Boots, grandly. |
| 6 | 770 | There was a cheer from the men in the audience. |
| 6 | 771 | "Though I may be a slave in my heart," cried the Brigella, leaping to her feet, "I am surely not a legal slave and thus, as yet, am bond to neither you nor any man!" "Many are the slaves who do not yet wear their collars," said Boots, meditatively, and then, suddenly, turned about and, to the amusement of the men in the audience, to sudden bursts of laughter, stared directly at the outspoken, troublesome, arrogant free woman standing in the front row, below the stage. |
| 6 | 772 | He could not resist turning the line in this fashion, it seemed. |
| 6 | 773 | "Sleen! Sleen!" she cried. |
| 6 | 774 | There was much laughter. |
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"Will you not then accept me as a free companion, noble sir?" called the Brigella to Boots, in his guise as the merchant.
"It is the collar for you, or nothing," said Boots, grandly.
There was a cheer from the men in the audience.
"Though I may be a slave in my heart," cried the Brigella, leaping to her feet, "I am surely not a legal slave and thus, as yet, am bond to neither you nor any man!" "Many are the slaves who do not yet wear their collars," said Boots, meditatively, and then, suddenly, turned about and, to the amusement of the men in the audience, to sudden bursts of laughter, stared directly at the outspoken, troublesome, arrogant free woman standing in the front row, below the stage.
He could not resist turning the line in this fashion, it seemed.
"Sleen! Sleen!" she cried.
There was much laughter.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 6)