Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 678 | How fearful, I thought, to be a slave, to be an object, a property, a possession, an animal, something which might be bought and sold, or given away, or, as here, something which might be simply gathered in, simply acquired. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 675 | He had not been at the perimeter. |
| 3 | 676 | I doubt that he thought me free. |
| 3 | 677 | I think, merely, he wanted to pick up a slave. |
| 3 | 678 | How fearful, I thought, to be a slave, to be an object, a property, a possession, an animal, something which might be bought and sold, or given away, or, as here, something which might be simply gathered in, simply acquired. |
| 3 | 679 | Put a rope on her neck and she is yours! But I must not be brought back to Ar! As soon as I was stripped, as I would be, as a slave, my lack of a brand would be obvious, and then there would be inquiries, and the proscription lists would be certain to be examined. |
| 3 | 680 | I must not be returned to Ar! "'Begone,' said the mercenary, stepping between me and the fellow. |
| 3 | 681 | The fellow looked at the mercenary, in his helmet, with his shield, and a spear whose reddened blade had recently drunk the blood of a foe, and then backed away. |
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He had not been at the perimeter.
I doubt that he thought me free.
I think, merely, he wanted to pick up a slave.
How fearful, I thought, to be a slave, to be an object, a property, a possession, an animal, something which might be bought and sold, or given away, or, as here, something which might be simply gathered in, simply acquired.
Put a rope on her neck and she is yours! But I must not be brought back to Ar! As soon as I was stripped, as I would be, as a slave, my lack of a brand would be obvious, and then there would be inquiries, and the proscription lists would be certain to be examined.
I must not be returned to Ar! "'Begone,' said the mercenary, stepping between me and the fellow.
The fellow looked at the mercenary, in his helmet, with his shield, and a spear whose reddened blade had recently drunk the blood of a foe, and then backed away.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)