Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 100 | "Do not kill me, Master! Forgive me, Master! Please forgive me! Please, Master, show me mercy!" He drew her back a yard from the edge and released her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 18 | 97 | "No, Master!" she screamed. |
| 18 | 98 | "Shall I hurl you to the street?" he asked. |
| 18 | 99 | "Please, no, Master!" she screamed. |
| 18 | 100 | "Do not kill me, Master! Forgive me, Master! Please forgive me! Please, Master, show me mercy!" He drew her back a yard from the edge and released her. |
| 18 | 101 | Unable to stand she sank to her knees in terror and grasped his leg, as much to reassure herself, by clinging to this support, as to a stanchion, of some modicum of safety, as in supplication. |
| 18 | 102 | "Whom do you fear more," he asked, "tarns, or men?" "Men, Master!" she wept. |
| 18 | 103 | "I am a slave! I fear men more!" "Your duties, little vulo," said he, "do not, and will not, involve you in great danger, or at least not from tarns. |
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"No, Master!" she screamed.
"Shall I hurl you to the street?" he asked.
"Please, no, Master!" she screamed.
"Do not kill me, Master! Forgive me, Master! Please forgive me! Please, Master, show me mercy!" He drew her back a yard from the edge and released her.
Unable to stand she sank to her knees in terror and grasped his leg, as much to reassure herself, by clinging to this support, as to a stanchion, of some modicum of safety, as in supplication.
"Whom do you fear more," he asked, "tarns, or men?" "Men, Master!" she wept.
"I am a slave! I fear men more!" "Your duties, little vulo," said he, "do not, and will not, involve you in great danger, or at least not from tarns.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18)