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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #191)
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22 191 And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I View more quotes about wanted">wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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22 188 I had seen the insolence of the pirates, the burning of buildings.
22 189 And the men of Victoria, though greatly outnumbering the pirates, had not fought.
22 190 The tribute would be paid.
22 191 And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave.
22 192 * * * * "Do not!" I cried.
22 193 I seized the figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street.
22 194 "No!" I cried.
I had seen the insolence of the pirates, the burning of buildings. And the men of Victoria, though greatly outnumbering the pirates, had not fought. The tribute would be paid. And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave. * * * * "Do not!" I cried. I seized the figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street. "No!" I cried. - (Rogue of Gor)