Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 289 | How lost she was amongst us, so isolated and alone, reduced from her former status, and despised by her sister slaves. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 286 | Doubtless amongst the Merchants, as amongst other men, one will find the astute and honorable, the honest and diligent, the noble and loyal, as well as the corrupt and greedy, the cruel and callous, the venal and heartless. |
| 7 | 287 | The girl before me might once, I supposed, if of the high Merchants, or such, as she claimed, have been wealthy. |
| 7 | 288 | But now she was a portion, a negligible portion I would suppose, of the wealth of another. |
| 7 | 289 | How lost she was amongst us, so isolated and alone, reduced from her former status, and despised by her sister slaves. |
| 7 | 290 | No wonder, I thought, that she might have broken in the strain, and irrationally, so foolishly, tried to run toward the stairs. |
| 7 | 291 | Did she expect to ascend them, and thrust her hands through the bars of the gate, and elicit pity; did she think the gate would be opened, and she would be released? Did she not know that there was no escape for the Gorean slave girl, and that that was now what she was? Did she think she had been branded to be freed? She had been branded to be purchased, and put to use. |
| 7 | 292 | Certainly there was no escape for me. |
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Doubtless amongst the Merchants, as amongst other men, one will find the astute and honorable, the honest and diligent, the noble and loyal, as well as the corrupt and greedy, the cruel and callous, the venal and heartless.
The girl before me might once, I supposed, if of the high Merchants, or such, as she claimed, have been wealthy.
But now she was a portion, a negligible portion I would suppose, of the wealth of another.
How lost she was amongst us, so isolated and alone, reduced from her former status, and despised by her sister slaves.
No wonder, I thought, that she might have broken in the strain, and irrationally, so foolishly, tried to run toward the stairs.
Did she expect to ascend them, and thrust her hands through the bars of the gate, and elicit pity; did she think the gate would be opened, and she would be released? Did she not know that there was no escape for the Gorean slave girl, and that that was now what she was? Did she think she had been branded to be freed? She had been branded to be purchased, and put to use.
Certainly there was no escape for me.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 7)