Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 94 | Could one not read in their countenances a mute plea for pity? They did not dare speak for fear of being struck. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 91 | Some of the girls clutched the tunic about their neck, tightly, to keep water from slipping within the garment. |
| 28 | 92 | Some of the girls, staggering, clung even, with both hands, desperately, to the stiff, wet, cold neck-ropes, perhaps that they might be steadied in the march, or perhaps merely that they might have something, anything, to cling to, even be it the bond which fastened them, directly or indirectly, to the back of a wagon, the very bond which in its way left them in no doubt that they were women, and slaves. |
| 28 | 93 | Muchly were their eyes filled with anguish and fear, and muchly did they shiver and tremble. |
| 28 | 94 | Could one not read in their countenances a mute plea for pity? They did not dare speak for fear of being struck. |
| 28 | 95 | "Please, Master, please!" begged their eyes. |
| 28 | 96 | Was mercy not to be shown to them? Was it not understood that they were females, and slaves? I continued on my way. |
| 28 | 97 | I wondered how many of them, as free women, might have teased men, or led them on, or sported with them. |
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Some of the girls clutched the tunic about their neck, tightly, to keep water from slipping within the garment.
Some of the girls, staggering, clung even, with both hands, desperately, to the stiff, wet, cold neck-ropes, perhaps that they might be steadied in the march, or perhaps merely that they might have something, anything, to cling to, even be it the bond which fastened them, directly or indirectly, to the back of a wagon, the very bond which in its way left them in no doubt that they were women, and slaves.
Muchly were their eyes filled with anguish and fear, and muchly did they shiver and tremble.
Could one not read in their countenances a mute plea for pity? They did not dare speak for fear of being struck.
"Please, Master, please!" begged their eyes.
Was mercy not to be shown to them? Was it not understood that they were females, and slaves? I continued on my way.
I wondered how many of them, as free women, might have teased men, or led them on, or sported with them.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 28)