Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 817 | I remembered that a slave girl, on my first day in the camp of Rask of Treve, had warned me, that if I lied or stole, I would be beaten and put in the slave box. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 814 | There was a somewhat larger opening at the foot of the door, about two inches in height and a foot wide. |
| 15 | 815 | The box itself was square, with dimensions of perhaps one yard square. |
| 15 | 816 | It was hot, and dark. |
| 15 | 817 | I remembered that a slave girl, on my first day in the camp of Rask of Treve, had warned me, that if I lied or stole, I would be beaten and put in the slave box. |
| 15 | 818 | I moaned and fell to my side, my knees drawn up under my chin, my hands braceleted behind me. |
| 15 | 819 | My thigh burned terribly, from the branding, and my back and the back of my legs still screamed from the cruel flames of the leather lash. |
| 15 | 820 | Elinor Brinton, of Park Avenue, had been branded as a liar, a thief and a traitress, and a bold tarnsman, from a distant world, her master, had put into her flesh, insolently, the mark of his own city. |
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There was a somewhat larger opening at the foot of the door, about two inches in height and a foot wide.
The box itself was square, with dimensions of perhaps one yard square.
It was hot, and dark.
I remembered that a slave girl, on my first day in the camp of Rask of Treve, had warned me, that if I lied or stole, I would be beaten and put in the slave box.
I moaned and fell to my side, my knees drawn up under my chin, my hands braceleted behind me.
My thigh burned terribly, from the branding, and my back and the back of my legs still screamed from the cruel flames of the leather lash.
Elinor Brinton, of Park Avenue, had been branded as a liar, a thief and a traitress, and a bold tarnsman, from a distant world, her master, had put into her flesh, insolently, the mark of his own city.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15)