Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
8
718
We might even have been freewomen! 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.
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)
Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
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 freewomen! 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)