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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

How different we are, I thought, from those precious, glorious free women, at least of the high castes, in the cities, of whom I had often heard, who might faint with mortification should a sudden breeze disarrange a veil, or attack a fellow suspected of considering an ankle, or hire public avengers to respond to an inadvertent jostling in a public place. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #22)
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41 22 How different we are, I thought, from those precious, glorious free women, at least of the high castes, in the cities, of whom I had often heard, who might faint with mortification should a sudden breeze disarrange a veil, or attack a fellow suspected of considering an ankle, or hire public avengers to respond to an inadvertent jostling in a public place.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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41 19 "See how the men look upon us," said Tula, pleased.
41 20 "Of course," laughed Mila.
41 21 "There are collars on our necks".
41 22 How different we are, I thought, from those precious, glorious free women, at least of the high castes, in the cities, of whom I had often heard, who might faint with mortification should a sudden breeze disarrange a veil, or attack a fellow suspected of considering an ankle, or hire public avengers to respond to an inadvertent jostling in a public place.
41 23 To be sure, it is probably a matter of degrees and extent.
41 24 Free women on my former world, for example, while more open with respect to their bodies than their Gorean sisters, even to the extent of commonly forgoing facial veiling, would be unlikely to consider bathing naked before men.
41 25 Certainly I would not have considered such a thing.
"See how the men look upon us," said Tula, pleased. "Of course," laughed Mila. "There are collars on our necks". How different we are, I thought, from those precious, glorious free women, at least of the high castes, in the cities, of whom I had often heard, who might faint with mortification should a sudden breeze disarrange a veil, or attack a fellow suspected of considering an ankle, or hire public avengers to respond to an inadvertent jostling in a public place. To be sure, it is probably a matter of degrees and extent. Free women on my former world, for example, while more open with respect to their bodies than their Gorean sisters, even to the extent of commonly forgoing facial veiling, would be unlikely to consider bathing naked before men. Certainly I would not have considered such a thing. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41)