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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

We might even have been free women! How pleased we were! We leaped up and down, we clapped our hands with pleasure, we struck our left shoulders, we cried out, we thrust our hands through the bars to him, and, to our delight, though we were slave, he came to the bars and kissed and touched our hands. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #718)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
8 718 We might even have been free women! How pleased we were! We leaped up and down, we clapped our hands with pleasure, we struck our left shoulders, we cried out, we thrust our hands through the bars to him, and, to our delight, though we were slave, he came to the bars and kissed and touched our hands.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 715 But then I saw that they were again vacant and stupid, those of a beast.
8 716 Soon, once again, telling myself how silly I had been, I was laughing again with the other girls.
8 717 At the conclusion of the mountebank's performance he gave a great, deep bow, bending at the waist and doffing his hat in a great, sweeping arc.
8 718 We might even have been free women! How pleased we were! We leaped up and down, we clapped our hands with pleasure, we struck our left shoulders, we cried out, we thrust our hands through the bars to him, and, to our delight, though we were slave, he came to the bars and kissed and touched our hands.
8 719 Then he stood back and waved at us.
8 720 Then, to our sorrow, his performance was over.
8 721 He stepped back.
But then I saw that they were again vacant and stupid, those of a beast. Soon, once again, telling myself how silly I had been, I was laughing again with the other girls. At the conclusion of the mountebank's performance he gave a great, deep bow, bending at the waist and doffing his hat in a great, sweeping arc. We might even have been free women! How pleased we were! We leaped up and down, we clapped our hands with pleasure, we struck our left shoulders, we cried out, we thrust our hands through the bars to him, and, to our delight, though we were slave, he came to the bars and kissed and touched our hands. Then he stood back and waved at us. Then, to our sorrow, his performance was over. He stepped back. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 8)