Book 23. (1 results) Renegades of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 807 | She would be made first girl over the coffle of "free women," the Lady Temione, and the others, that she might teach them something of discipline and the basic arts of giving pleasure to men, lessons which might soon make a serious difference not only with respect to the quality of their lives, but to the very existence of those lives, as well. |
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Book 23. (7 results) Renegades of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 804 | I saw her put down her head, frightened, and kiss his feet. |
| 8 | 805 | She was not the slender, dark-haired slave beauty who had been under the wagon last night, huddling in the tarpaulin, in the storm. |
| 8 | 806 | That one Ephialtes, if all had gone well, had purchased this morning. |
| 8 | 807 | She would be made first girl over the coffle of "free women," the Lady Temione, and the others, that she might teach them something of discipline and the basic arts of giving pleasure to men, lessons which might soon make a serious difference not only with respect to the quality of their lives, but to the very existence of those lives, as well. |
| 8 | 808 | The canvas covering of the wagon had been drawn back, probably to air the contents from the dampness of the storm. |
| 8 | 809 | No one seemed to be within the wagon, or about it, other than the pair at the side of it. |
| 8 | 810 | I had little doubt, accordingly, that the blond woman kneeling before the fellow with the whip was his free companion, or former free companion. |
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I saw her put down her head, frightened, and kiss his feet.
She was not the slender, dark-haired slave beauty who had been under the wagon last night, huddling in the tarpaulin, in the storm.
That one Ephialtes, if all had gone well, had purchased this morning.
She would be made first girl over the coffle of "free women," the Lady Temione, and the others, that she might teach them something of discipline and the basic arts of giving pleasure to men, lessons which might soon make a serious difference not only with respect to the quality of their lives, but to the very existence of those lives, as well.
The canvas covering of the wagon had been drawn back, probably to air the contents from the dampness of the storm.
No one seemed to be within the wagon, or about it, other than the pair at the side of it.
I had little doubt, accordingly, that the blond woman kneeling before the fellow with the whip was his free companion, or former free companion.
- (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 8)