Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 313 | What beasts men are, thought Ellen, to openly compare the limbs of slaves! Are we animals? And then, of course, devastatingly, the obvious thought came to her that yes, of course, they were animals! "Get busy!" snapped Selius Arconious. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 310 | "No, I do not think so," said Marcus of Ar's Station. |
| 28 | 311 | That "Phoebe," as they spoke of her, thought Ellen, so casually, so objectively, must be a slave. |
| 28 | 312 | Surely they would not dare to speak so of the legs of a free woman. |
| 28 | 313 | What beasts men are, thought Ellen, to openly compare the limbs of slaves! Are we animals? And then, of course, devastatingly, the obvious thought came to her that yes, of course, they were animals! "Get busy!" snapped Selius Arconious. |
| 28 | 314 | For some reason, he seemed angry with her. |
| 28 | 315 | Perhaps she had been a bit petulant, earlier, before the attack of the beasts, but surely he would not hold that against her! Not such a small thing! "Yes, Master!" she said, stumbling, hurrying, running to the wagon, to fetch supplies, pans, utensils, bread, grains, that she might expeditiously set about preparing the men's breakfast. |
| 28 | 316 | As she worked, she saw, once, the eyes of Bosk of Port Kar upon her. |
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"No, I do not think so," said Marcus of Ar's Station.
That "Phoebe," as they spoke of her, thought Ellen, so casually, so objectively, must be a slave.
Surely they would not dare to speak so of the legs of a free woman.
What beasts men are, thought Ellen, to openly compare the limbs of slaves! Are we animals? And then, of course, devastatingly, the obvious thought came to her that yes, of course, they were animals! "Get busy!" snapped Selius Arconious.
For some reason, he seemed angry with her.
Perhaps she had been a bit petulant, earlier, before the attack of the beasts, but surely he would not hold that against her! Not such a small thing! "Yes, Master!" she said, stumbling, hurrying, running to the wagon, to fetch supplies, pans, utensils, bread, grains, that she might expeditiously set about preparing the men's breakfast.
As she worked, she saw, once, the eyes of Bosk of Port Kar upon her.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28)