Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 2 | 174 | Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 2 | 171 | The older woman had seen in that moment that the eyes of the younger, those of the charming, stupid-looking slut, as she saw her, were blue. |
| 2 | 172 | Her hair then might be naturally blond, not that that mattered in the least. |
| 2 | 173 | She was a low sort. |
| 2 | 174 | Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play. |
| 2 | 175 | It was probably dyed, false, dyed! She had no right to be with such a man! The young man had followed his companion into the aisle. |
| 2 | 176 | Their eyes met, and the older woman shrank back. |
| 2 | 177 | She trembled. |
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The older woman had seen in that moment that the eyes of the younger, those of the charming, stupid-looking slut, as she saw her, were blue.
Her hair then might be naturally blond, not that that mattered in the least.
She was a low sort.
Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play.
It was probably dyed, false, dyed! She had no right to be with such a man! The young man had followed his companion into the aisle.
Their eyes met, and the older woman shrank back.
She trembled.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 2)