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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

Surely much could be done with the robes of concealment, with their layerings and drapings, their bright colors, so ingeniously arranged, with veils slack or disarranged, even diaphanous, the street veil brazenly neglected, with loose, casual hoods from which strands of hair might escape, as though inadvertently, with gloves, with a sleeve too loose, with embroidered slippers, with a hem lifted to ascend a step or curb, such things. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #309)
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13 309 Surely much could be done with the robes of concealment, with their layerings and drapings, their bright colors, so ingeniously arranged, with veils slack or disarranged, even diaphanous, the street veil brazenly neglected, with loose, casual hoods from which strands of hair might escape, as though inadvertently, with gloves, with a sleeve too loose, with embroidered slippers, with a hem lifted to ascend a step or curb, such things.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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13 306 "But here," I said, "on this world, the profit on you will be taken by another".
13 307 "I do not see that we are so different from other women," she said.
13 308 "I do not think you are," I said.
13 309 Surely much could be done with the robes of concealment, with their layerings and drapings, their bright colors, so ingeniously arranged, with veils slack or disarranged, even diaphanous, the street veil brazenly neglected, with loose, casual hoods from which strands of hair might escape, as though inadvertently, with gloves, with a sleeve too loose, with embroidered slippers, with a hem lifted to ascend a step or curb, such things.
13 310 "I hate this 'Jane'," she said.
13 311 "Of course," I said.
13 312 "It was she who was chained at the feet of Pertinax.
"But here," I said, "on this world, the profit on you will be taken by another". "I do not see that we are so different from other women," she said. "I do not think you are," I said. Surely much could be done with the robes of concealment, with their layerings and drapings, their bright colors, so ingeniously arranged, with veils slack or disarranged, even diaphanous, the street veil brazenly neglected, with loose, casual hoods from which strands of hair might escape, as though inadvertently, with gloves, with a sleeve too loose, with embroidered slippers, with a hem lifted to ascend a step or curb, such things. "I hate this 'Jane'," she said. "Of course," I said. "It was she who was chained at the feet of Pertinax. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 13)