Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
3
759
It shone in the moonlight.
3
760
I scratched it with my fingernails.
3
761
I went to the wall of thorn brush, a small, forlorn, white figure in the night, clutching the bit of rep-cloth blanket about me.
3
762
The thorn-brush wall was some eight feet high, some ten feet thick.
3
763
I extended my hand.
3
764
Miserably I drew it back, bloody.
3
765
I went back to where Eta had given me the rep-cloth blanket, and lay down on the hard ground.
It shone in the moonlight.
I scratched it with my fingernails.
I went to the wall of thorn brush, a small, forlorn, white figure in the night, clutching the bit of rep-cloth blanket about me.
The thorn-brush wall was some eight feet high, some ten feet thick.
I extended my hand.
Miserably I drew it back, bloody.
I went back to where Eta had given me the rep-cloth blanket, and lay down on the hard ground.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )