Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 136 | * * * * I cut again at the soil with the hoe, chopping down, loosening the dirt about the roots of the sul plants. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 133 | It seemed my guts had been torn out. |
| 9 | 134 | I looked up, miserable, at the stars. |
| 9 | 135 | Clitus Vitellius then left me, to return to his furs, to sleep. |
| 9 | 136 | * * * * I cut again at the soil with the hoe, chopping down, loosening the dirt about the roots of the sul plants. |
| 9 | 137 | The sun was terribly hot. |
| 9 | 138 | On my throat I wore a rope collar. |
| 9 | 139 | My hands were terribly blistered. |
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It seemed my guts had been torn out.
I looked up, miserable, at the stars.
Clitus Vitellius then left me, to return to his furs, to sleep.
* * * * I cut again at the soil with the hoe, chopping down, loosening the dirt about the roots of the sul plants.
The sun was terribly hot.
On my throat I wore a rope collar.
My hands were terribly blistered.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 9)