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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

To be sure, I did not doubt but what, in a little time, it would have been I who would have been crying for mercy. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #142)
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26 142 To be sure, I did not doubt but what, in a little time, it would have been I who would have been crying for mercy.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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26 139 She smiled at Trachinos, as though from a slave shelf on which she might be chained, on a fellow she hoped would bid on her.
26 140 I saw that she had proceeded far in learning her collar since that hot afternoon we had been dragged from the cell in the Metellan district and marketed off the low, circular stone block.
26 141 Had she smiled so at Desmond of Harfax I would have been tempted to leap to her and yank her about, by the hair.
26 142 To be sure, I did not doubt but what, in a little time, it would have been I who would have been crying for mercy.
26 143 Surely I would not have done well as a female fighting slave, those large, misshapen female creatures, some bred, who strike and mangle one another for the entertainment of bettors, and free women.
26 144 "Are you hungry, thirsty?" asked Desmond of Harfax.
26 145 "She is a runaway slave," said Trachinos.
She smiled at Trachinos, as though from a slave shelf on which she might be chained, on a fellow she hoped would bid on her. I saw that she had proceeded far in learning her collar since that hot afternoon we had been dragged from the cell in the Metellan district and marketed off the low, circular stone block. Had she smiled so at Desmond of Harfax I would have been tempted to leap to her and yank her about, by the hair. To be sure, I did not doubt but what, in a little time, it would have been I who would have been crying for mercy. Surely I would not have done well as a female fighting slave, those large, misshapen female creatures, some bred, who strike and mangle one another for the entertainment of bettors, and free women. "Are you hungry, thirsty?" asked Desmond of Harfax. "She is a runaway slave," said Trachinos. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 26)