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Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)

Blankets, too, rough and brown, were there, in piles, and, permitted, at a gesture of the stick, we seized them up and clutched them gratefully about us, drying our bodies, and our hair. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #157)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
8 157 Blankets, too, rough and brown, were there, in piles, and, permitted, at a gesture of the stick, we seized them up and clutched them gratefully about us, drying our bodies, and our hair.

Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 154 Within, in the center of the building, in the center of its dirt floor, was a fire pit, in which blazed a cheerful fire.
8 155 His stick, held out, prevented us from running toward it.
8 156 Then, amused, he lowered the stick, and we ran to stand near the fire, crowding about it.
8 157 Blankets, too, rough and brown, were there, in piles, and, permitted, at a gesture of the stick, we seized them up and clutched them gratefully about us, drying our bodies, and our hair.
8 158 There seemed five exits from the lofty, raftered room.
8 159 We had entered through one, coming in from the courtyard; another led through double doors to our right, and another, also with double doors, now barred, lay at one end of the room.
8 160 It seemed to lead to another yard.
Within, in the center of the building, in the center of its dirt floor, was a fire pit, in which blazed a cheerful fire. His stick, held out, prevented us from running toward it. Then, amused, he lowered the stick, and we ran to stand near the fire, crowding about it. Blankets, too, rough and brown, were there, in piles, and, permitted, at a gesture of the stick, we seized them up and clutched them gratefully about us, drying our bodies, and our hair. There seemed five exits from the lofty, raftered room. We had entered through one, coming in from the courtyard; another led through double doors to our right, and another, also with double doors, now barred, lay at one end of the room. It seemed to lead to another yard. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 8)