Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 145 | She was dressed as she had been when first I saw her near the great gate of Ar, barefoot, the yellow slave livery, the unbound dark hair, the yellow collar. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 4 | 142 | "74673," he said. |
| 4 | 143 | "The girl!" cried out the Scribe. |
| 4 | 144 | From a side entrance to the hall, where she had been kept, Elizabeth Cardwell, Vella, was thrust into the room. |
| 4 | 145 | She was dressed as she had been when first I saw her near the great gate of Ar, barefoot, the yellow slave livery, the unbound dark hair, the yellow collar. |
| 4 | 146 | She ran rapidly to a place before the stone platform, before the curule chair of Cernus, where she fell to her knees in the position of pleasure slave, head bowed. |
| 4 | 147 | I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer's motion than a true run. |
| 4 | 148 | Elizabeth, I knew, would hate that. |
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"74673," he said.
"The girl!" cried out the Scribe.
From a side entrance to the hall, where she had been kept, Elizabeth Cardwell, Vella, was thrust into the room.
She was dressed as she had been when first I saw her near the great gate of Ar, barefoot, the yellow slave livery, the unbound dark hair, the yellow collar.
She ran rapidly to a place before the stone platform, before the curule chair of Cernus, where she fell to her knees in the position of pleasure slave, head bowed.
I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer's motion than a true run.
Elizabeth, I knew, would hate that.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 4)