Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 87 | As yet the collar had not been removed and examined. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 84 | "You may lower your head," I said to the girl. |
| 7 | 85 | Piteously, with a rustle of chain, the girl's head and shoulders fell forward, and, though she still knelt, her head touched the pelt of the larl, her shoulders and back shaking, trembling. |
| 7 | 86 | It seemed to me, from what I had learned, that there was no particular reason why Elizabeth Cardwell, and not one of Earth's countless others, had been selected to wear the message collar. |
| 7 | 87 | As yet the collar had not been removed and examined. |
| 7 | 88 | It was perhaps only that she was convenient, and, of course, that she was lovely, thus a fitting bearer of the collar, herself a gift with the message to please the Tuchuks, and perhaps better dispose them toward its contents. |
| 7 | 89 | Miss Cardwell was little different from thousands of lovely working girls in the great cities of Earth, perhaps more intelligent than many, perhaps prettier than most, but essentially the same, girls living alone or together in apartments, working in offices and studios and shops, struggling to earn a living in a glamorous city, whose goods and pleasures they could ill afford to purchase. |
| 7 | 90 | What had happened to her might, I gathered, have happened to any of them. |
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"You may lower your head," I said to the girl.
Piteously, with a rustle of chain, the girl's head and shoulders fell forward, and, though she still knelt, her head touched the pelt of the larl, her shoulders and back shaking, trembling.
It seemed to me, from what I had learned, that there was no particular reason why Elizabeth Cardwell, and not one of Earth's countless others, had been selected to wear the message collar.
As yet the collar had not been removed and examined.
It was perhaps only that she was convenient, and, of course, that she was lovely, thus a fitting bearer of the collar, herself a gift with the message to please the Tuchuks, and perhaps better dispose them toward its contents.
Miss Cardwell was little different from thousands of lovely working girls in the great cities of Earth, perhaps more intelligent than many, perhaps prettier than most, but essentially the same, girls living alone or together in apartments, working in offices and studios and shops, struggling to earn a living in a glamorous city, whose goods and pleasures they could ill afford to purchase.
What had happened to her might, I gathered, have happened to any of them.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7)