Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 14 | Might I not hide by a gate, and then run when it was opened? Could I traverse a hundred paces before being pulled down by boys? I feared to inform on the beast, for it might escape, and seek me out. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 11 | "I know you will not," he had said. |
| 15 | 12 | How could he know that, if he were not going to assure himself of it, with, say, a swift blow, a grasping paw on the throat, an embrace which might break a back? The tiniest sound, the scuttling of an urt, the fluttering of a vart, come over the walls from the countryside, almost made me scream with fear. |
| 15 | 13 | I could not escape from the city at night, for the closure of the gates. |
| 15 | 14 | Might I not hide by a gate, and then run when it was opened? Could I traverse a hundred paces before being pulled down by boys? I feared to inform on the beast, for it might escape, and seek me out. |
| 15 | 15 | Too, oddly, I did not want to inform on him. |
| 15 | 16 | I had agreed that I would not speak of what I had seen. |
| 15 | 17 | Why had I done that? I knew what I was to do, elude guardsmen, and go to the market of Cestias, near the praetor's platform near the coin stalls. |
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"I know you will not," he had said.
How could he know that, if he were not going to assure himself of it, with, say, a swift blow, a grasping paw on the throat, an embrace which might break a back? The tiniest sound, the scuttling of an urt, the fluttering of a vart, come over the walls from the countryside, almost made me scream with fear.
I could not escape from the city at night, for the closure of the gates.
Might I not hide by a gate, and then run when it was opened? Could I traverse a hundred paces before being pulled down by boys? I feared to inform on the beast, for it might escape, and seek me out.
Too, oddly, I did not want to inform on him.
I had agreed that I would not speak of what I had seen.
Why had I done that? I knew what I was to do, elude guardsmen, and go to the market of Cestias, near the praetor's platform near the coin stalls.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15)