Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 389 | Of what importance could be a string of slave beads? Why might they have been put on me in the first place? And where, if they had been put on me, had they gone? Who would want them? And why should men come through a wilderness to obtain them? What could be their importance? What could be their secret? I understood nothing. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 386 | But it seemed unlikely that, if I should have worn such a necklace, it had not been placed on me; and unlikely, too, that someone, in such a wilderness, would come upon me while I there lay chained and remove the necklace. |
| 4 | 387 | I was thrown into the greatest consternation by my new comprehension of the valuelessness of slave beads. |
| 4 | 388 | It now made no sense to me whatsoever that the two men, so angrily and fiercely, should have sought for so trivial an object. |
| 4 | 389 | Of what importance could be a string of slave beads? Why might they have been put on me in the first place? And where, if they had been put on me, had they gone? Who would want them? And why should men come through a wilderness to obtain them? What could be their importance? What could be their secret? I understood nothing. |
| 4 | 390 | Eta lifted up a stout whip, with long handle, which might be wielded with two hands, and five dangling, soft, wide lashing surfaces, each about a yard long. |
| 4 | 391 | "Kurt," she said. |
| 4 | 392 | I shrank back. |
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But it seemed unlikely that, if I should have worn such a necklace, it had not been placed on me; and unlikely, too, that someone, in such a wilderness, would come upon me while I there lay chained and remove the necklace.
I was thrown into the greatest consternation by my new comprehension of the valuelessness of slave beads.
It now made no sense to me whatsoever that the two men, so angrily and fiercely, should have sought for so trivial an object.
Of what importance could be a string of slave beads? Why might they have been put on me in the first place? And where, if they had been put on me, had they gone? Who would want them? And why should men come through a wilderness to obtain them? What could be their importance? What could be their secret? I understood nothing.
Eta lifted up a stout whip, with long handle, which might be wielded with two hands, and five dangling, soft, wide lashing surfaces, each about a yard long.
"Kurt," she said.
I shrank back.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4)