Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 296 | And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 293 | I was afraid of them, and I did not think they would care much for me. |
| 8 | 294 | I did not doubt but what they would be cruel to me. |
| 8 | 295 | And masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves. |
| 8 | 296 | And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel. |
| 8 | 297 | That is not like lying lovingly in an ankle ring, or collar, at the foot of a beloved master's couch. |
| 8 | 298 | And what could one hope for? Perhaps at best to be slept at night in a hut, shackled, hand and foot, on a coarse mat? Surely I did not belong in a peasant village! I was not that sort of slave! Surely I was more the sort who should be an urban slave, lovely in a silken tunic, attracting the attention of strangers in the streets, one perhaps even permitted sandals. |
| 8 | 299 | Might I not bring a high price in a market? Too, I had little doubt that if I were so foolish as to attempt escape a second time I would be maimed, if not worse. |
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I was afraid of them, and I did not think they would care much for me.
I did not doubt but what they would be cruel to me.
And masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves.
And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel.
That is not like lying lovingly in an ankle ring, or collar, at the foot of a beloved master's couch.
And what could one hope for? Perhaps at best to be slept at night in a hut, shackled, hand and foot, on a coarse mat? Surely I did not belong in a peasant village! I was not that sort of slave! Surely I was more the sort who should be an urban slave, lovely in a silken tunic, attracting the attention of strangers in the streets, one perhaps even permitted sandals.
Might I not bring a high price in a market? Too, I had little doubt that if I were so foolish as to attempt escape a second time I would be maimed, if not worse.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 8)