Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 571 | Her hands moved as though she might be, starved with desire, picking flowers from a wall in a garden. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 568 | He turned and went to his place behind the low table. |
| 1 | 569 | Those at the table paid us little attention. |
| 1 | 570 | All eyes were on the dark-haired dancer, the skirt of diaphanous scarlet dancing silk low upon her hips. |
| 1 | 571 | Her hands moved as though she might be, starved with desire, picking flowers from a wall in a garden. |
| 1 | 572 | One saw almost the vines from which she plucked them, and how she held them to her lips, and, at times, seemed to press herself against the wall which confined her. |
| 1 | 573 | Then she turned and, as though alone, danced her need before the men. |
| 1 | 574 | "There is much here that appears to make little sense," said Samos. |
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He turned and went to his place behind the low table.
Those at the table paid us little attention.
All eyes were on the dark-haired dancer, the skirt of diaphanous scarlet dancing silk low upon her hips.
Her hands moved as though she might be, starved with desire, picking flowers from a wall in a garden.
One saw almost the vines from which she plucked them, and how she held them to her lips, and, at times, seemed to press herself against the wall which confined her.
Then she turned and, as though alone, danced her need before the men.
"There is much here that appears to make little sense," said Samos.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1)