Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
16
593
But moments ago, I was sure, she would have denied, perhaps sincerely, that her beauty could begin to compare with that of her daughter, whom I was sure she truly loved, however undeserving might be the little tart to be the recipient of such a love.
But moments ago, I was sure, she would have denied, perhaps sincerely, that her beauty could begin to compare with that of her daughter, whom I was sure she truly loved, however undeserving might be the little tart to be the recipient of such a love.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #593)
Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
16
590
"Are you more beautiful than your daughter?" I asked.
16
591
"I do not know," she wept, clutching the bench.
16
592
I heard a gasp from the side, from our right, from among the other women.
16
593
But moments ago, I was sure, she would have denied, perhaps sincerely, that her beauty could begin to compare with that of her daughter, whom I was sure she truly loved, however undeserving might be the little tart to be the recipient of such a love.
16
594
But now, confused, troubled, and learning, seemingly for the first time, of her own beauty, and desirability, she knew not how to respond.
16
595
It was amusing.
16
596
Surely she did not wish to distress, or outrage, her daughter, but, too, she did not wish to perjure herself.
"Are you more beautiful than your daughter?" I asked.
"I do not know," she wept, clutching the bench.
I heard a gasp from the side, from our right, from among the other women.
But moments ago, I was sure, she would have denied, perhaps sincerely, that her beauty could begin to compare with that of her daughter, whom I was sure she truly loved, however undeserving might be the little tart to be the recipient of such a love.
But now, confused, troubled, and learning, seemingly for the first time, of her own beauty, and desirability, she knew not how to respond.
It was amusing.
Surely she did not wish to distress, or outrage, her daughter, but, too, she did not wish to perjure herself.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16)