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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

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)
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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.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 457 I was Judy Thornton.
3 458 I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college on Earth.
3 459 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.
3 462 We had been catty, haughty and smug to one another, competing in our beauty, our honors and popularity.
3 463 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)