Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 385 | She smelled a breath thick with paga, not the red and yellow wines from the vats, the wines which she and the others carried. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 22 | 382 | He staggered, a little, shifting unsteadily. |
| 22 | 383 | He steadied himself with one hand on her shoulder. |
| 22 | 384 | He bent forward. |
| 22 | 385 | She smelled a breath thick with paga, not the red and yellow wines from the vats, the wines which she and the others carried. |
| 22 | 386 | The man looked blearily at her left breast. |
| 22 | 387 | "117, Master," said Ellen. |
| 22 | 388 | "You are too young," he said, blinking, stepping back, wiping his hand across his bearded face. |
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He staggered, a little, shifting unsteadily.
He steadied himself with one hand on her shoulder.
He bent forward.
She smelled a breath thick with paga, not the red and yellow wines from the vats, the wines which she and the others carried.
The man looked blearily at her left breast.
"117, Master," said Ellen.
"You are too young," he said, blinking, stepping back, wiping his hand across his bearded face.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22)