Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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460
I was an English major, and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand? How Elicia Nevins would have laughed with delight could she have seen me, her lovely, saucy rival, brought so low, even to a brand.
I was an English major, and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand? How Elicia Nevins would have laughed with delight could she have seen me, her lovely, saucy rival, brought so low, even to a brand.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #460)
Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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457
I was Judy Thornton.
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I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college on Earth.
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459
I was the most beautiful girl in the junior class, perhaps in the whole school, unless for my rival, the lovely senior in anthropology, Elicia Nevins.
3
460
I was an English major, and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand? How Elicia Nevins would have laughed with delight could she have seen me, her lovely, saucy rival, brought so low, even to a brand.
3
461
I considered Elicia.
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462
We had been catty, haughty and smug to one another, competing in our beauty, our honors and popularity.
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463
How she would laugh to see me now! I could not even, now, have looked her in the face.
I was Judy Thornton.
I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college on Earth.
I was the most beautiful girl in the junior class, perhaps in the whole school, unless for my rival, the lovely senior in anthropology, Elicia Nevins.
I was an English major, and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand? How Elicia Nevins would have laughed with delight could she have seen me, her lovely, saucy rival, brought so low, even to a brand.
I considered Elicia.
We had been catty, haughty and smug to one another, competing in our beauty, our honors and popularity.
How she would laugh to see me now! I could not even, now, have looked her in the face.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 3)