Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 440 | Be about your duties, girl, she thought. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 437 | I wonder what the highest bid on me was, she thought. |
| 22 | 438 | Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira, she reminded herself. |
| 22 | 439 | But how desperately curious she was to know! Put it from your mind, she thought. |
| 22 | 440 | Be about your duties, girl, she thought. |
| 22 | 441 | And quickly she hurried back to serve. |
| 22 | 442 | * * * * It was a few Ehn later when, making her way amongst the joking, roaring, laughing, colorfully garbed men, tunicked and robed, many sitting about the fires, some afoot, moving here and there, the firelight reflecting from the side of the red-figured pitcher, the side of her lit by one of the fires, her feet in the soft earth, the music about her, dancers elsewhere, in some of the circles, she stopped suddenly, startled, shaken, and nearly dropped the vessel she carried. |
| 22 | 443 | Amongst the men about one of the fires she saw, sitting cross-legged, in sedate, deliberative, sober converse with men in Cosian robes, not soldiers, one whose presence here was incomprehensible. |
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I wonder what the highest bid on me was, she thought.
Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira, she reminded herself.
But how desperately curious she was to know! Put it from your mind, she thought.
Be about your duties, girl, she thought.
And quickly she hurried back to serve.
* * * * It was a few Ehn later when, making her way amongst the joking, roaring, laughing, colorfully garbed men, tunicked and robed, many sitting about the fires, some afoot, moving here and there, the firelight reflecting from the side of the red-figured pitcher, the side of her lit by one of the fires, her feet in the soft earth, the music about her, dancers elsewhere, in some of the circles, she stopped suddenly, startled, shaken, and nearly dropped the vessel she carried.
Amongst the men about one of the fires she saw, sitting cross-legged, in sedate, deliberative, sober converse with men in Cosian robes, not soldiers, one whose presence here was incomprehensible.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22)