Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 479 | Then, as she spun in the sand, to the music, she unwound the veil and put it down about her shoulders. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 476 | It was a different Ellen who appeared this time upon the sand, one who seemed uncertain, and frightened. |
| 24 | 477 | With her own hands, but, it seemed, as though with the hands of another, she drew her veil about, drawing it to one side and then the other, this providing a glimpse, then again they concealed, of her features. |
| 24 | 478 | It was as though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it. |
| 24 | 479 | Then, as she spun in the sand, to the music, she unwound the veil and put it down about her shoulders. |
| 24 | 480 | She threw her head back as though in anguish, in misery and protest, but her features were bared to the men. |
| 24 | 481 | It seemed then she had undergone one of the most dreaded fates of a high-caste Gorean free woman. |
| 24 | 482 | Her face was publicly bared! She was face-stripped! Her face was naked! Her face, with all its beauty, with all its readable, betraying, exquisite and subtle expressiveness, with all it would tell about her inner life, about her emotions, her feelings, her interests, fears, hopes, pleasures and concerns, had been publicly revealed; it had been bared; it was naked, stark naked; it was now as that of a slave. |
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It was a different Ellen who appeared this time upon the sand, one who seemed uncertain, and frightened.
With her own hands, but, it seemed, as though with the hands of another, she drew her veil about, drawing it to one side and then the other, this providing a glimpse, then again they concealed, of her features.
It was as though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it.
Then, as she spun in the sand, to the music, she unwound the veil and put it down about her shoulders.
She threw her head back as though in anguish, in misery and protest, but her features were bared to the men.
It seemed then she had undergone one of the most dreaded fates of a high-caste Gorean free woman.
Her face was publicly bared! She was face-stripped! Her face was naked! Her face, with all its beauty, with all its readable, betraying, exquisite and subtle expressiveness, with all it would tell about her inner life, about her emotions, her feelings, her interests, fears, hopes, pleasures and concerns, had been publicly revealed; it had been bared; it was naked, stark naked; it was now as that of a slave.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24)